Thursday, November 19, 2015

Poet's Korner

Here's another poem by Chris Peebles' dad from the archives. Trigger warning: it's pretty sentimental. But maybe sentimentality isn't the worst thing in this cynical world! Get some:

"Desert Shores"

In the desert you wander
under the star field
the pin-pricked facade
of night presents peepholes
a multitude through which all is
abundantly clear in this

a crack of a staff on a crag
a crystalline cascade courses
from the collective construct
washes over the corporeal

loosen your clenching your
quaking quivering quarters
let dermis dissolve as
a drop in the ethereal

linger on in this
liminal land for
a moment
a month
a lifetime until
the Walls of Jericho crumble
the serene state of being
coterminous with the

--Chris Peebles, Sr. (1972)

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