p o e t r y m o n t h

In the hour of diamond light

brilliance reigns

truth is seasons like clockwork

stopping for   no   one    nothing

wearing dresses and large black shoes

no  socks    no  underwear

drink moonlight

frolic

`

in the hour of diamond light

death not finite

ask her to bed

tell lies

bleed truth with leeches

and the stretching table

deep lakes

swim the perimeter

blinded by love

and a touch that silences me

`

in the hour of diamond light

i run with the dogs through cherry trees abloom

a flurry of petals in our trail

disturb honey bees

pick apricots in august quince in october

love protects, does not kill

finds me running toward traveling lightening

cackling

hiding behind the corners

sweep and vacuum leavenings

open chair   open door

just once i want to show up at someones house and be elijah

set the table

baker's dozen

`

in the hour of diamond light

thoughts alight, combust

silos of them

landscape of big skies

grass so long its ends are split

but it lays like rubber dominoes

when the wind touches down

trousers  shirtless

a voice denounces shrill

celebrates with wheat wine

tumbleweed shots

wears bowties handsomely

`

in the hour of diamond light

whispering is enough

shouting could be prayer, reverance

say outloud your love, your thanks

because sometimes they leave

with no trace. evaporate into the sky

i miss you

the land is without trees

there are no shadows

dusk two dimensional

dusk the last hurrah

`

in the hour of diamond light

rain falls hard

and i go

i leave with me from the bar

i say, "i make sweet things"

we pray standing

god humbles us

a pie is cooling on a yellow curtained windowsill

and,

this is the truth:

a  hungry  bear  comes  along  and  eats  it.

`

In the hour of diamond light

brilliance reigns

truth keeps walking

                                                 Shuna Lydon.

                                                 October 29/30, 2001

Comments

[Ricky Ian Gordon]

Remarkable. Such tender thoughtful language and imagery...words chosen as if they were ingredients in a recipe. And then the bear is such a wondrous surprise, pulling us way back into life and the living...funny and beautiful. xxxooo R

[Kathy]

Ohh.. Shuna.. the romance in your soul. I love the feeling you put into your written words. That wicked bear!! How dare he!! (smile) But, I'm willing to bet, the romance lingered.. Beautiful piece/peace. Thank you!!