pressing of the grape
ancestral imperative
yielding hospitality
lifeblood of family
immortal elixir
congenial of body
with the last vivid
personal label affixed
a season of bottles
lay corked in their racks
who will be honored
with first ruby glass
only a priest of the
purple hand brotherhood
From my book Range of Motion
on the third day
did Longstreet and Lee
order forward
their seminary line
across stark open ground
to wrest hold of
that aptly named
cemetery ridge
Pickett fixed on a copse
overstanding a jog
in a fortified wall
mad rebel yell charge
under crossfiring shells
hails of minie balls flew
from the flames shot by
Springfields Enfields and Sharps
just a few gray-sleeved arms
reached their sabers
to breach the blue wall
but were quickly repulsed
from this high water mark
this sharp bloody angle
confederacy
forever receded
From my book Bullets from Bones
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(originally posted June 2013)
thunder stumbles in the dark
bumping about the night stage
lagging its lightning quick
flashes of sight
I enjoy the atmospheric comedy
until it hits home that my feet
are also too slow and clumsy
for my eyes
(originally posted June 2013)
blood sweat and tears
are within me
unsweet ingredients
resolving my essence
but they’re not fully mine
till I give them away
expend vital fluids
decant my poor vessel
on behalf of another
some one or some thing
set deeper with purpose
who filled by my gifts
allows my becoming
partner to providence
and in the becoming
I reach a more perfect
expression of me
(originally posted June 2013)
when time seals
shut my mind
and flesh flees
from my bone
will the mark
I leave behind
impress the
sand or stone
(originally posted June 2013)
words female with contours and hollows
evoke elementary tensions when
paired within stanzas to masculine
edges and ridges in mise-en-scène
headiness giving descriptive verse
didactic powers of experiential and
unthinking sensory gratification
my mind can appreciate concepts
like these but pushing such ideas down
into my fingers and out through my pen
is a whole other kettle of lyrical fish
inspiration and intellect overlap some
but are largely autonomous qualities
true poets should feel more than think
….I think
sometimes
I feel incomplete
not unfinished
but broken
some parts
gone missing
or somehow
diminished
holes I can feel
but not locate
wells of aptitude
falling to dry
memories I know
I once had
but whose
substance is lost
more uneasy
déjà vu going on
where recall
was confident
I’ve lived
many places
traveled the world
time and again
while everyplace
added to me
did I also leave
pieces behind
do I fully exist
only everywhere
never again in
one somewhere
am I only real
during all time
merely a shade
on the present
(originally posted June 2013)
rushing with abandon
from the mountains to the sea
resented by the rocks
(originally posted June 2013)
gentle lapping ebb-tide
tugs at my moorage
nudged toward the shore
waiting for my master
gillnets set for casting
once clear of the shoals
meantime pelicans
watching for breakfast
keep me company
while I doze on the swells
(originally posted June 2013)
Writer Lynne Sargent
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