What Do Poets Do
what do poets do
when they rise up in the light of morning
from the floor of the sanctuary of illusion
and wipe with a coat sleeve an open wound
from which the life of history drains
and shake the sweat of saturation
from behind a brow, a paper wall
when they observe a movement in a distance
the invected curve of the firmament
vaccinated, yet to be unmasked
by the touch of a human hand or kiss
upon a forehead, a screen of vision
a set of clothes that steals the mood
and the loathing of a task undone
a world once shared and shared again
the poet comes to name the beast
but first a call for the chalice priest
the day is long, and suffering longer
a corner to rest, to be alone
all we need is the haloed moon
as a loving companion
when we do those things
that poets do
Solstice Part One
I was just watching the moon float past
I didn’t think you would even notice
from the distance where you set your foot
upon a satin covered stool.
There has never been a darker sky
to engulf an astronomer such as I
nor a brilliance flashing in the eye
of a soul so lost and vagrant.
No cloud dare to obscure the path
of this parade of dancing sorrows
these decanters empty, a dry platoon
of unsecured tomorrows.
I now look down to find the spinning earth
hidden beneath a grain of sand
how warm it once felt, as I recall
rotating in my hand.
Tonight I dive deep into eternal solace
at the center and the edge
of a universe that does not exist
beyond a heart’s command.
Joe Kidd is a modern poet with classical influence.
These poems are taken from his book titled The Invisible Waterhole.
A collection of spiritual and sensual verse.
You are invited to visit Joe Kidd at his author page here …
And at his official website here …