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The Rooster crows at the Moon

The Rooster crows at the Moonpouring light down the mountaininto fog and over frosted fields made luminoustouching shadows spun behind trees and between barns, bushes, and bramble.But I am blind to all of itlaying in the lap of nightbreathing low and slowin stillness as soft as silt.Caught in inner constellationsof tangled...

The Talk

He cried out for his mom, pleading to air and asphalt for the long deadcrushing the country into another momentary island of waking. A man casually took the life of another,In front of everyoneand if you fall for the distraction of the uniformyou may miss the message of its privilege:  convenient castration. The world...

October

Skies slung so lowTree kaleidoscope dreams floatWet and shimmering with half rememberingsOf the season unlacing.

Spellbound

Life isnaming new ways to say itthese rags of all I ammay only spill in so many wayson wings of dreamsin song of prayer or spell of sleepslip to skin, like years and whisper by candlelightI love you, I love you, I love you.

first snow

Dim coals are coaxed to flame with fuel and a little patience.

Late Afternoon

cold coffee and French toast from last night’s baguettes splash of bad wine just to finish the bottle sunglasses shield souls worn open simmering with scents of leaves first fallen stirred in soup thick fog pouring through that hair of yours threading Berkshires to Taconic ridge in the midst of your raising and the heart of your...

Sit next to me

tell me the places your heart has been
so I might know my own

Walking

Rain does not touch you, fearing it could never stop.

Christmas 1980

A child’s eyes waiting for mom, who will never come home, abandoned to cotton and Crow at 3 months old, just beneath blooming breathing inferno, flash to fury in an atomic second. Dim apartment is a breathless skeleton, the brick and beam will manage to contain the unsayable for a time.

Spent

the floor does not spin
or sink, another inch
of ashes
spent sleepless shaking
bone-thin, thin skin

boiling, cracking, opens

and I am whole.

Shock scar

Where regrets lay down, relax and drift off for awhile casual & confident in the right to be indifferent to the soft, souring bodies cluttering, complicating, contriving half-truths excusing, explaining and too easily forgetting flash-frozen silence, soft sobbing obedient smile under shades over black and blue and tears over...

Lightbringer

hot pepper laced prayers
blessings condense, fog windows and fall
my heart waters and wells
adoring, pleading, needing
our long walks and full moon picnics
your eyes unsheathed in the dark

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Christopher J. Sparks