Friday, August 28, 2009

Short Love Sonnets ~ Duane Locke

(Poems written to appeal to the metaphoric sub-structure of the cognitive unconscious of the embodies mind)


Less stars tonight. Less than last night.
Fewer that a week ago. The stars tonight
Are more obscure. Not silver or white,
The stars tonight are obsidian. The stars
Tonight are not familiar, do not have five points.
Stars are shaped like dead Osiris, Osiris with
An Old Man Face, a broken back, intense desire.
Some are shaped like orphans with open arms.
These enigmatic, non-intimate stars emanate
Loneliness, walk downward, come closer, closer.


The abandoned orange grove at the time
Of evening when blue becomes a glow of bruises
When the abandoned new oranges darken
With foresight, their skins will never be touched,
Will become the isolated letters of alphabets,
That although intensely longing to be a sentence
Will never be conjoined to form a single word.
The angular almsgivers are in other publicized groves offering
Illusory paragraphs to the au courant poseur paupers.
A flutter of evening light on leaves, hidden, an oriole.


Submerged under morning moisture a molten silver,
Under a crystal umbrella, a color, silver,
By the silver, a yellow-lined spittlebug plays an oboe,
The music crawls in a hole to weep,
This silver has a silver color like no silver color
In the entire world, in the entire cosmos.
This silver, this unique silver, is trying
To tell me something, something deeper
That all our known profundity, something opaque.
The silver only speak silver, I only understand words.

Duane Locke lives a hermetic life by an ancient oak, an underground stream, and osprey’s nest in rural Lakeland, Florida. He has had, as of August 2009, 6,389 different poems published in print magazine, American Poetry Review, Nation, etc., e zines, Counterexample Poetics, Pen Himalaya, etc, and 21 books. His latest three books published in 2009 are Yang Chu’s Poems, (Crossing Chaos), Voices from the Grave, (erbacce-press), and Soliloquies from a High Wall Hidden Cemetery, (Differentia Press)

He is also a painter and photographer. An account of his paintings can be found in Gary Monroe’s Extraordinary Interpretations ( University of Florida Press, 2003)

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1 comment:

Red said...

#23. I like this sonnet, especially the focus on silver. We know, of course, that, the owrd, silver, has a strong symbolic value. That seems pretty obvious to me. What exactly does the word symbolize? Silver is a very valuable commodity. It sppeaks to the persona. There is medicinal value in silver. Perhaps is the persona can break thru that silver ceiling, he or she might be healed. But, that will not be the case. There is a certain alchemy alluded to in this sonnet - a magic in the poetic art, perhaps. The word becomes silver, so to speak. But silver is incomprehensible; it's mystical. And so the persona states: "I only understand words."