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May 10th, 2011 at 11:59 pm

Poetry Corner – Volume 12

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For the inner ear, the voice of the vessel of silence is an embrace
felt by an infinite number of scribes.
It is my wish to offer here an oasis of present day poetic
pens.

Each month i shall invite new poets to breathe with, and they in
turn will bring guests of their own.

Poetry Corner at TIFERET has evolved out of Donna Stein’s
enthusiasm to nurture the spirit of beauty in all its forms.

silent lotus


May/June 2011 Silent Lotus’ Selected
Poets’

Larry Jordan

and his guest James Howard

Wieslaw Czyzewski

and his guest David Herrstrom



Larry Jordan

The Swamp at Congaree

A thousand acres awake
in the chilled light, ushering
the chatter of agents
for an opera in the cypress.

A path trails its iridescence
through past’s segues from
rope to wire, doubloon to chrome,
and candles giving way to filament.
Velcro and khaki cast loose
and wander now through
the twisted root with moss
timing pendulums to storms.

The air-ghosts startle the owls
perched above black water
under canopies as tall
as the years allowed.
I hush, afraid
of killing its secret.

Astigmatism
(1 Samuel, Chapter 3)

Eli told Samuel to go back asleep
not just once, but twice that night
when Samuel stood there and said
      Eli, I am here.
Again Eli told him,
      I didn’t call you. Then Eli
thought
it might be the Lord.
      Let him know you are his
servant,
he said to Samuel.

Once more in the night the voice
called to Samuel and he woke
but whispered this time,
      Here I am, your servant is
listening.

On the road ahead, the followers stopped,
trembling at what seemed coiled
in their path with a long spiny tail.
Samuel urged them on,
after dragging aside a bough
fallen from its tree.

Remedies

Liquids pool on the end
of a glass dropper poised
over the wart on my big toe.
I wait for a fury of bubbles.
These cramps call for spoonfuls
from the dark brown bottles
that keep the sunlight out.

Between changes of bed sheets
I’d reached three-hole status
for a notebook and a curtain
with bright colored fish.
Maybe someone who also
likes to dip their fries in ketchup
will come and sit with me.


Larry Jordan lives and works in South
Carolina. His work has appeared in Tifferet, Millers Pond, Pirenes’
Fountain and the Comstock Review.

James Howard

The Bee in the Lutheran Manuscript

You appear in full sting of colour
like a child’s sudden squashed daisy
or the quiet beginnings of a library fire
licking and leafing through sacrificial pages.

Was it a theory of survival that made
you waltz in through the monastery’s
reducing light and fly your breezy maze
across the monk’s own soaring trajectory?

Did the bee’s hymn drown out the choir’s
attempted harmonies, an atheist buzz
monotonising the full-heavenly score?
Yes, this unwitting soloist caused a fuss,

willed an epic hand to tense and rise
(clutching the inky word of furious God)
and throw down its sacerdotal weight; so died
the dream of honey, forsook in the white flood.


James Howard is a musician and
student in London, his pen can be found at PoetryCircle.com and AfterLiterature.org

Wieslaw Czyzewski

Almost August

And I still haven’t found
A fat book to sink into

The house needs painting

Cats nap on porch chairs
While I stare at the trees
Expecting some visitation

But only the afternoon arrives
Smelling of exhaustion and cut grass

After drinks and BBQ
The glow of TV screens
Drowns out the Milky Way
As I lurch across the yard
Another supplicant idling
At the altar of second comings

Revelation

As I reach the wreck
Of the Ingersoll-Rand
Portable compressor
Sunk to the axles in mud
Something impossibly blue
Descends beneath the power lines!

Climbing closer I can only
Think of creatures from other worlds
Some parallel universe teeming with invaders

But at a collapsed rock wall
I can see it’s just a party balloon
Blown in from Witches Hollow Road

Or maybe that’s what it wants me to think

How like some tricky alien intelligence
To hide here disguised as a child’s toy while
Floating malevolently in and out of our ordinary lives


Wieslaw Czyzewski lives in Roosevelt,
NJ with his wife & two cats.

David Herrstrom

Jade Suits

A painted half-sun flames on the red barn
On Burnt Tavern. My laptop glows, “Sorry
But you are looking for something that isn’t here.”

Hunched at the piano his hair begets
Hands that beget Bach. Bent, the father sobs
On the box on which he placed his hands as it sunk

Into the grave. Light folds into itself.
No wonder some want to grow up to be a book.
Like the cosmos, we too are largely dark matter.

Han Dynasty nobility were buried
In jade suits to preserve their bodies forever.
Someone stole Witch’s Hollow Road.

Seeing-Brightly heard it from Exclaimed-Wonder
Who heard it from Dark-Obscurity heard it from
Roller-Derby-Champ, Ms. Demolicious.

What line out for a walk knows where it’s going?
Lead us not into chaotic enumeration,
David, but keep us in the hand of chance.


David Sten Herrstrom grew up in
northern California. His Jonah’s Disappearance was
published by Ambrosia Press. He has received a Poetry Fellowship
from the NJ State Council on the Arts and been nominated for a
Pushcart Prize.

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  • http://tiferetjournal.com/members/hafizullahchishti/ Hafizullah

    What is the difference
    Between your experience of Existence
    and that of a saint?

    The saint knows
    That the spiritual path
    Is a sublime chess game with God.

    And that the Beloved
    Has just made such a Fantastic Move
    That the saint is now continually
    Tripping over Joy
    And bursting out in Laughter
    And saying, “I Surrender!”

    Whereas, my dear,
    I am afraid you still think
    You have a thousand serious moves.

    —Daniel Ladinsky (attributed to Hafiz)

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