WENDY HALL
Loran C
waves eroding
crash
rivuletsmenacing
seaencroach
no armsunheedingcriesheartlessimploring
notheard
roundness
breeds vulnerable anglesdesperate
for hiding
angels
placesno
helprunning
in placeslowspace
agonizingstop
who took
my light?
dying
blackenly come stark rays
dark shine
webs into caricatures hangingeyes
final wink
sealed
someone's fate
rocks
burstingshipless
seas gain
why mesouls
restingstayed
too longhalf-windowed
facade
shuddersicy
kniveswinding
throughbricks
more cracks
than permitted set course to the
seadownMe!
finally
catch a glimpsesome
still exists
follow
the shipsRECLAIM
did they
really need it?
(what
Man has wrought
let no
god put us under
"till
drifts do us part"
what's
Donne is Donne....)
Muse
Strike, muse,
glance night off dayignite
woeful
souls so Time burns into Space a place to fright from
when hammers
blow in the wind
sounds
blind within distant sights seem too
near because
touchinghas
gone
Amuse!Stop
the pulse
enter
the gap and feel worlds unknown
when walkers
will is frozen
streets
dry up and paths stand still
then only
yearns the step to move in directions yet untrod
your messenger,
it seems, hears Ages!
from eyes
that saw too many distant lives
tiny shards
of pain break offandfall
these
light-stones left veridian in their place but
calmness
made the color into one not yet known
gentle,
Siren-urging, impelling annihilation
complete
in one ecstatic glance
abysmal
death escapes Time's grasp
depth
knows not height and breadth breath
it's ultimate
gasp
©2001 Wendy Hall
Musician/poet Wendy Hall first appeared in the June issue. Her many interests include Ham radio and deep space. In order keep her anxiety levels up to par she has been known to fly radio-control model helicopters. She splits her time between Los Angeles and Reno and can be reached at wendyhall2000[AT]earthlink.net (replace [AT] with @).
