Dah
Enlightened Ignorance
Echoes from a restless
cathedral,
pigeons fluttering
in thin, cold air
my faith is unable to see
In front of me
a crumbling moon
above cemetery gates
rusted shut
a beam of light from nothing
In the fullness of time
there exists a grief
too dried up to cry.
I move unsettled
darkness taunts the light
What does it matter
that this hopelessness
is like a broken dove?
The silence in floating
simple enough to dare
Nothing More
As for a beginning, there is none,
only this ordinary fog
eating up the city
As for an ending, there is none,
only this blind daytime
eating up my eyes
If there is a secret passage
and there is
a beckoning hand is there
If there are noisy footsteps
and there are
a wobbling uncertainty is there
From this dizzy mist, layers
of low clouds
drip from tired branches
The feeling that I will live
forever
has turned to brooding
This feeling that I had
as a child
this feeling that I will live forever
Now, hiding inside myself
I’ll scrub this thought away
until nothing more
Dah’s sixth poetry collection is The Opening (CTU Publishing, 2018) and his poems have been published by editors from the US, UK, Ireland, Canada, China, Singapore, Spain, Australia, Africa, Poland, Philippines and India. Dah lives in Berkeley, California and is working on the manuscript for his ninth poetry book. He is a Pushcart Prize nominee and the lead editor of The Lounge, a poetry critique group. Dah's seventh book is forthcoming in July 2018 from Transcendent Zero Press, with his eighth book forthcoming in November 2018 from Stillpoint Books.
www.dahlusion.wordpress.com
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Enlightened Ignorance
Echoes from a restless
cathedral,
pigeons fluttering
in thin, cold air
my faith is unable to see
In front of me
a crumbling moon
above cemetery gates
rusted shut
a beam of light from nothing
In the fullness of time
there exists a grief
too dried up to cry.
I move unsettled
darkness taunts the light
What does it matter
that this hopelessness
is like a broken dove?
The silence in floating
simple enough to dare
Nothing More
As for a beginning, there is none,
only this ordinary fog
eating up the city
As for an ending, there is none,
only this blind daytime
eating up my eyes
If there is a secret passage
and there is
a beckoning hand is there
If there are noisy footsteps
and there are
a wobbling uncertainty is there
From this dizzy mist, layers
of low clouds
drip from tired branches
The feeling that I will live
forever
has turned to brooding
This feeling that I had
as a child
this feeling that I will live forever
Now, hiding inside myself
I’ll scrub this thought away
until nothing more
Dah’s sixth poetry collection is The Opening (CTU Publishing, 2018) and his poems have been published by editors from the US, UK, Ireland, Canada, China, Singapore, Spain, Australia, Africa, Poland, Philippines and India. Dah lives in Berkeley, California and is working on the manuscript for his ninth poetry book. He is a Pushcart Prize nominee and the lead editor of The Lounge, a poetry critique group. Dah's seventh book is forthcoming in July 2018 from Transcendent Zero Press, with his eighth book forthcoming in November 2018 from Stillpoint Books.
www.dahlusion.wordpress.com
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Very powerful and well-written pieces as usual Dah
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