2010 Mix

Hemlock

Alcidbiades' beauty was lost

on him whose only love was reason
on he who had no need of form, whose 
only gods were beyond numbers,
alive with risk Pythagoras could not 
have borne

Plato tried but could not follow,
the master's words became his own
til, as the way of all recorders, the
truth denied belies a history so
mercilessly shown

the un
examined life
             lives

each day passing as the one before
with only thought to brook the distance
with only time

with nothing more

c.sdmrogers 26 january 2010

Every Night

he mouths
I love you
into the darkness

there is no sound
there is no breath
even

there is only the
silent
movement of his bitten lips
there is only the 
voiceless
cry of his noiseless prayer

I love you
every night
I love you

he calls the dream that
can not does not will not
answer

and yet
she hears
          Yes
she hears

Every night
she hears

c.sdmrogers 4 february 2010

Allowance

she lives for funerals
the permission to
               cry
permission even for
                 her

and yet still there
the calls are close
the ends are near
the cliches teeter
                 always
perilously at the edge 

don't cry it's alright don't cry it's alright it's alright it's alright
no you not you not you, just
you
must not cry

she buries her face in winter
among the scented scarves
salt drowns in stephanotis
and for a moment he is with her
and she is not alone

but it is a moment
                  only
it passes and is gone

and she knows that he was
                         never
really there at all

not you not you not you, just
you must not
            cry

c.sdmrogers 6 march 2010

Memorial Day

today
the grave is not
             open
greedy mouth, gaping void
empty, fresh as
the storm-softened
                  earth
around it

today
the grief is not
             new
blinding torment, waking nightmare
savage, fierce as
the sun-kindled
              fire
that ignited it

no

today they are
grave and grief
familiar, senescent,
still as
the evening-soft
              wind
that envelops them both

c.sdmrogers 29 may 2010

Summer

priapismic yucca
explode across the plains
leaning left and right and back
from the weight of winter's wrath

hands in my hair
still unused to its short weight
I lean too, lean to, lean two
feet west of where I ought to be

and smile for you are with me,
crouching in the dust
squinting through the grass
my silent silver lion
stalking his next
               best shot

c.sdmrogers 25 july 2010

Too Much

memory does not fail
it is merely
          selective

in the cliche dead-of-night
it remembers faces
if not names
it remembers scents
if not flavours
it remembers
it serves
and in serving, it
saves

no

no

that is
       not
true

for in memory
there is hope
and promise
and the strength to live
the strength to love
beyond the names

what was your
           name
and why
why
why
can I 
    not
remember it

c.sdmrogers 25 july 2010