Poetry from Stephen Jarrell Williams


Buzz of Confusion?

1.

Liking the sun in the cold morning rise

supposedly all the planets in a line

clocks ticking everywhere

a quiet nothingness

our cheeks touched by familiar breaths

dreams washed by tears

almost forgiving

but not enough for a lasting sigh.

2.

A train in the distant ticket of time

on squeaky steel tracks

climbing sharp mountaintops

granite steeples

where people show off on chamber peaks

thinking they’ve made it

to shangri la

and not caring if it’s not.

3.

Cloud curtains suddenly opening

everyone remembering

what they wish they could forget

just one world

for all of us

caught in our own picture clicks

purses and wallets stuffed

with old green dollar notes.

4.

Fool hats

and belts too tight

standing straight in an ache

under the spotlight of the melting orange sun

swallowing hard

with words having two meanings

squeezing fists

purple bruises to the chest.

5.

A drifting tune

coming from a far island of images in puffs

everyone wishing

for childlike answers

but lightning strikes

in a mangle of directions

for all the different kinds of people

having the hope of hope.

6.

Clutching at heartfelt prayers

answers fitting numerous questions

why are we here

who do we look up to

what will we believe

wind blown from a garden

so long ago

opening our mouths for a simple taste of honey.

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