This week we are publishing four poems of the USA-based poet, editor Scott Thomas Outlar.
The Poems:
Violins with Falsetto
There is only this dream of liquid crystal
melted porcelain wings, a breath of the cherub
Stalwart at the gates with a heavy heart
rings of fire, a smile molded with wax
Yours was the dance that never missed a step
long are the hours, a clock of ticking ribs
There is only this platter of flesh and blood
silver harps tuning, a feast for the choir
Stoic when the lions roar from their mountain
lakes of lava, a star set to the north
Yours was the voice resounding in echo
orbs painted of yellow, a prayer whispered in winter
There is only this shadow stained by the sun
twilight of the idols, a moment born in reprieve
Ampere
Now the night is a blanket woven of fur
my heart is a moon hung soft with whispers
Headlights echo the same spark as stars
it’s such a shame how these gods toss their dice
Wheels are designed to keep turning by nature
records weave liquid seasons through plasma
Three winds charged, one electric
now the night is a storm without end
On Earth as It Is in Heaven
Sometimes the right words to say no longer exist
let the wound bleed out
it is only of the flesh
no sugarcoating left in your voice
or deeds
Sometimes the most sincere prayers simply don’t work
Sometimes the kiss of death comes served with a smile
but mostly we just carry salt
and regret
Hermit’s Hibernation
hush
there are ghosts
whispering in the rain
shhh
there are owls
screaming from the woods
no more poems
without life experiences
to haunt the verses
no more kisses
without broken hearts
to shake the nest
hush
it is time
to close your eyes
shhh
there is a season
after winter fades
Author’s Bio:
Scott Thomas Outlar lives and writes in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, Georgia. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. He hosts the weekly podcast, Songs of Selah. More about his books and other publications can be found at 17Numa.com.
Each poem is a learning experience!
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