“Though lovers be lost, love shall not;
and Death shall have no Dominion.”
Dylan Thomas
Building on Sand
7, 8, & 9 /9
7
Tight lips.
A blaze of anger.
A challenge spat
in the wind’s face.
High-pitched
the rabbit’s grief
in its silver snare.
The midnight moon
deep in a trance.
If only I could kick away
this death’s head,
this sow’s bladder.
Full moon
drifting
high in a cloudless sky.
8
After heavy rain
the house shrinks.
Its mandibles close.
A crocodile peace
descends from the jaws of heaven.
I no longer fit my skin.
Iguana spots itch.
Walls encircle me,
hemming me in.
The I Ching sloughs my name:
each lottery ticket,
a bullet.
None with my number.
9
Late last night I thought
I had grasped the mystery:
but when I awoke
I clasped only shadows and sand.
rogermoorepoet 
Startling images, Roger, that house with its mandibles closing, fabulous. -@
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Thank you, allison, and glad you like it: there is some mixed imagery here, direct from the Mixtec codices.
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Late last night I thought
I had grasped the mystery:
but when I awoke
I clasped only shadows and sand.
Excellent! How often did I think I held the meaning only to have it slip through my fingers…alas.
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Creativity and poetry, too. We solve so many things in our dreams.
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‘I came like water, and like wind, I go.’
Khayyam
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“Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter–and the Bird is on the Wing.”
Just googled it so I could read it again, John!
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Love the conclusion. The answers seem so clear in the dream, or half dream state. Then poof!
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Not just the answers, but poetry too! How many beautiful poems have I written in my half-awake state only to lose them when I really wake up? And no, bedside notes don’t do it for me … Glad you liked it, Meg.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you. It is one of my favorite poems from one of my favorite books. The adventure continues … 4 more poems to come.
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