THE SIGNS
nightshade
tomato
mandrake
lake bardo
years gone by
beneath the willows
the altar stone
light and feathers
take this cup
please remember
a flickering sign
leaks elixir
gone to seed
corn and thistle
your mission here
the embers whisper
paradise
is a motion
a simple face
lost in gazing
BORDERLANDS
He sat on the couch
and laughed like a man child
Mama said when he was a boy
Daddy tossed him up
and his head hit the ceiling fan
Now he listens to his Daddy’s
ruined jokes and laughs
like a chained dog barking
lighting in filagree
access the northern clouds
He stutters when he speaks
to echo the thunder
HYPOSTASIS
A promise
A priesthood
of the void
from which
all things flow
To be broken
in plain sight
to hear the
call
and answer
with a life
surrendered
into that
forever
opening
question
This blog is the successor to the poetry section of the now no longer existing The Argotist Online. Send submissions to argotistonline@gmail.com. Due to the large number of submissions, only those accepted can be replied to.
Poems by Sheila E. Murphy
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