Monday, September 23, 2019

Two Poems by Ric Carfagna


Shadow of the crow
at mid-day
or depth
of a sea
that is unfathomed
by touch
like tides receding
from a dying body
or a view
from a room
whose windows
glaze with frost
by night’s descent
and here
there are ghosts
that wander
endless corridors
devoid of the breath
of penitence
and the heart
of retribution
whose bones
are the hollow instruments
of shamanic dances
whose flesh is ash
blown by cyclonic winds
whose limbs
cannot feel
cellular constellations
gestating in weightless
cosmic sentience
and whose eyes
cannot see
a fog encroaching
at the sea’s edge
or the shadow
of the crow
into humanity’s dream

85 (suite no.9)
…aspects of illusion…


Your shadow
crosses the wall
and in a room beyond
voices of lives
inanimate objects
breathed into life
flourishes of sun
grazing the sill
and out a window
a garden
an iris
bent by the wind


And your words
have returned
with the centrifugal force
of electrons in motion
with the passion of flames
arisen from embers
to the silence of ashes
blowing across
a furrowed ground


And this light
in your eye
has not differentiated
day from night
the dead from the living
of the unceasing flow
of blood in the veins
or the primordial timbre
of the embryo’s heart


This mirror before you
is without substance
is without form
a diffuse array
of atoms
hovering as in an illusion
cast through an open doorway
a bleak eidolon
portending a fate
seared on the pages
of an arcane manuscript
lost in a rising riptide surge


And does a formal synthesis exist
returned to here
to the density of assimilation
to the current moment
passing as a fatuous impression
in a cubist collage
rendered as a three dimensional frame
or as one word
without resonance
a depth lost
behind clouded eyelids
and the iron-reality sky
that lies above
all substance and spirit form
all matter gestating in pain
all sense of the unreachable
echoing as fate
ending existence
in shadow and disillusion

Ric Carfagna was born and educated in Boston Massachusetts.
He is the author of numerous collections of poetry, most recently:
Symphonies Nos. 5,& 9 published by White Sky Books-

His poetry has evolved from the early radical experiments of his first two books, Confluential Trajectories and Porchcat Nadir, to the unsettling existential mosaics of his multi-book project
Notes On NonExistence.
Ric lives in rural central Massachusetts with his wife,
cellist Mary Carfagna and daughters, Emilia and Aria.

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