Dissonance

Dissonance

By Steve Gerson

Four Ages

1

Embers radiant,

Warmth nourishing fertile loam,

Seeds spark invention.

 

 

2

Out, not in, away

from boards squared, toward wild woods,

toward the wolf’s howl.

 

3

A tree bowing, cracked, 

splintering like burst vessels,

still dreams to voyage.

 

4

Marred, scarred, seamed, stitched . . . life 

suffices.  A candle snuffed

remembers flaming.

 

Now more than ever:  Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., In Memoriam

his hair coiled to resist deception

(moustache parenthetically exclaiming)

each letter a tooth tearing at tyranny

teeth on a gear grinding

words wielded as a dog’s gong barking

sentences weaving a cat’s cradle 

to bower pilgrims

the pages awakening night our mother

this titan a siren in a world firebombed

houses slaughtered

So     it     goes 

not fatalistic acceptance

pretending to be what we pretend to be

his V a vector

 

Edge

 

trailing a smog thick as swarming gnats leave the city to find the edge

 

leap the synapse            pavement to gravel to grassland

 

no right angled boards no hard lines to curb deflection in rough barked forest

 

become the trout             leaping to gulp quickness

 

become the breeze            flaring the nostrils of feathered hawks

 

 


Steve Gerson, an emeritus English professor, writes poetry about life's dissonance and dynamism. He's proud to have published in Panoplyzine (winning an Editor's Choice award), The Hungry Chimera, Toe Good, and The Write Launch.

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