Sola Virtus Observatory
Poetry & Things
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Sola Virtus Observatory Poetry & Things |
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On Flowers Falling Breathe every forgotten dream Aware of grace and realms departing and part Finest Goddess- the night sky Listening; across its indigo cotton strength Spill forth a moon of shadows. 02-18-06 © 2006 s. keith henderson Rogues Earth ,Sky and Sun All their crimes; yesterday's Orbit all the impossible’s The black universe of my soul A Rogue planet. 09-08-05 © 2005 s. keith henderson Like a Sunflower Like a sunflower Creative Writing Class Senior Year Steve Henderson Early Leaves Ten thousand suns could not light Upon the early leaves Of every childhood oak to climb And touch the painted canvas sky Draping over orchard and row Darkness and sweet shadow Til the first gold flooding The winter sticks- oaken voices Shed their syllabic blood And the earth to rain may yield To taste the springs of many winters 12-05-05 © 2005 s.keith henderson Albermarle Street She eats desire like men The once long grass- now An unconscious river Its cruel hatreds dislodge the needy weeds. Lost are all the stars, the sod No mud footed boy could live here.
Billows curl and sail The calmer skies and keen line. The revolutions of a complicated god- Its atom Furious as cloud thunder- Universal in its expanding gas.
Now you have gone off Bone of a poor woman The penetrable womb An unfathomable ocean- Now grief, perfect grief be Fishy men anchor and tar among green markets. Your black industries curse and accuse God, Choke with an indignant air The once strong songs. Now the throats of your sermons have you They die in measures beyond a slight fence. Sinew worming beneath- Confetti; static and dead. What are these elements to become Without the green thumb of the kindest god. 04-17-05 © 2005 s. keith henderson |
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The Birch Tree And The Moon I worm this fat plantation. My ruddy hooves overreach Beaching, like dizzy sea legs when water fills the veins. Morning It is where God is. Amongst a circle of quiet birds. They compose into a black hearse I am petrified. I eat rumors Confessing nothing. Where all the worlds have been said The moon looks out of her black purses Flat and pale as a communion wafer, Horribly anorexic A habitation of shadows- Hiss and flap out All night, attended by cries- This door never shuts. I fathered it, this charmer of snakes Beryl Colossus, your gold matter Slows and molts, the love The love under your green tongues rattle. I startle it. Sudden and irreversible. Wheels, metal sparrow Promised earth and sky Falls down in its mirror. Still, silver, failing invincible I capture her I will not let her go I will not let her go My limbs arrow and steer Immortality, its embryo I cannot fathom it. What am I to make of these collaterals, these unexplored parts. Is there a heart in your virgin drum? Red and alone
Penetrated by anxieties, My great tap root, rudders and plows I’ll make out of these rustling’s Annihilate the once green grass. Air fearing flight, burns low and slow Warm in its purgatory. Apocalyptic- An impenetrable siren Moon Goddess
For what do you possess the cold dry shadows? Or do they possess you? Nightly, in a frame of stars I will know your secrets. I have entangled you until sighs. Your alphabetical mouth perfected, Its vowel unfurls a maiden’s kiss. 02-12-06 © 2006 s. keith henderson |
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