seeing/saying

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

What the frozen

River took

Receding from

The mountain top

Was the time

It took

Walking up it

Set

You back

Then a groove

Was reached

Drumlin till

The eye

Could see

The eye

Could see

A drumlin

Till

A boulder

Dumb

Was balanced

Here

Its gravity

In question

Tom McGlynn

Ignored

On the floor

Cranberries

From before

Forbid the door

Foreclose the bones

Refrain

Restore

Voices on phones

Rolling red

Tart and dead

To stain

No more

Tom McGlynn

Monday, September 16, 2013

Crushed

All are gathered

To be crushed

Pressed together

After grown apart

Too sweet

And sickening

A smell

Remains

The fire rises

Up along the ridges

The valley smoke

Is remade as frost

Rolled away

Is the wasted sunlight

Decadent and fattened

From months

Unhung

And now brought about

In such a wind

That chills

The goblin child

Of winter

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, September 15, 2013

In the unexamining

Statistically unopposed

Are ways to count

The days

That flourish away

The notes cribbed

Then repeated

The skidding

Then the thud

The thud

That hits

Below the belt

When the head

Protected

Is blind enough

Enough of this

There is no time

For reading

Comic lines

Lines to hang

A life on

Seldom deliver

Hooks

Tom McGlynn

Your south is woven
From summer rushes
Still outside

Its thatch of whether
Blown as skirts
Pleats the light
That binds

Fall opal evenings
Are unbound
In a gentle sweat
Let down
No longer
Shone inside
A bead
A bauble
Or a babe

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Where she ended

Orphaned

As was

In the beginning

Green

Shuttled from

That shingle

A traveling domestic

Was in another

Empire state

In a high rise

Newly old

Yet

Younger than

The leap it took

To step aboard

That steamer

Freighted with

All wordly hope

When there was

A lack

At home

Its furnishings

Displaced outside

Inbetween

Her dream away

Forgot the leap

Then tripping back

It fell and broke its trunk

To spill a helpless lay

A bell without a tongue

That clapping poorly

Tolled inside her

To ring the sea again

Rudely was she waked

Considering her promise

In paying for

That early berth

And the steerage

Opened

Tom McGlynn

Friday, September 13, 2013

That buried hum

Inside

That native

Tongue

Pretending

To be

A barely whittled

Somewhere

Gathering

An audience

It is a calling

An old and heavy

First light

Without a lamp

Inside

This fill

Grasping

At night

Considering

This cracked safe

Inside

Tom McGlynn

Cast together

Neither willed

Nor starred

For the duration

Locked

Not by men

Or mystery

Our company

Retains its

Solvency

Close packed

But diffused

In touch

What holds

Is just

The holding

Just

Close packed

As a shaped

Device

Diffused

In touch

Improvised

A link

Is made

Across

The wire

Made unreal

By giving

Way

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, September 12, 2013

What was rid

Drew as a straw

Came as a place

More real

Than mothers

Tearing up

Forgiveness

Taking care

Of reason

For letting go

Of babies

Sculls

Of their own

Drafting

Soothed

Upon forgetting

Shallow

On a stream

As placed

Upon an order

Cast

But also

Come

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

The branch

Will not

Become

A tree

Becomingly

It caches

Leaves

But lacks

A web

Of roots

To spin

Spinning

From a wind

Displaced

A branch

Will not

Become

A tree

Because

It's would

Will never

Severed
As it is

From words

Which ball

A whole

That bids

A branch

To speak

The branch

Will not

Become

A tree

Tom McGlynn