I’m posting today the final of four poems from the forthcoming (March 7) The History Hotel published by CavanKerry Press.
Once
I was a candle
Carried upstairs downstairs
One room to another
A scholar making modest inroads
Interrogating shadows
Ardent lucid
But wavering shamefully in any draft
And untrustworthy
firing a stray sleeve
Or curtain
My communicable sincerity a disaster
Lost and lost
disappearing
A stub a memory
And then seemingly nothing but liable
To be reborn
my puddled dissolution
Remelted and molded
One of the incarnated
Who supplied a modest sign
To the doubters
One who knew there was no end
To light however faint
One of my favorites.
Been loving these. The book arrived the day before yesterday. And Janet’s cover is marvelous!