Elegy: Shot List For An Art House Obsessive
by David Gonsalves
And what, after all, of jealousy
the future of measurement
a meadow that plunders the calendar
a day out of tolerance
moon without memory
wave after wave of oakleaf
blind eye at the edge of uncertainty
free of what is often brilliant
the liberation of liberation
a series of speckled rose buds
the liveliness of even-tempered swallows
even as protocol locks out the tide
knowing only weightless reassurance
the need to avoid some staccato obstruction
or fall into a featureless distance
footprints ravaged before the peat bog
raw and inquisitive tapestries
prelude to a dose of ambiguity
falling snow, the end of anniversaries
the inability to understand the unrehearsed
progression of last-ditch vanishing points
a jet stream as strange as it was simple
glad that the body has no disregard
a way to keep the sundial unmannered
twilight and the return of humility
brief mastery of something delicate
divine indifference made intelligible.
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David Gonsalves should have been born in Nepal, but wasn't. Lives in a cave beside a river that flows both ways.
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love the avalanche of awesome images!
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ReplyDeleteAs Elaine Kenyon wrote, "I tell you that I am easily carried to comfort/with each line of your poetry."
ReplyDeleteYou’ve taken off the governor here and
ReplyDeleteyou’re skimming wide open for the junction!
Love it! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Dear Dave:
ReplyDeleteYou’ve taken off the Governor
and my face becomes weightlessness.
spreading out across a
storefront window spelling out
chocolate chip muffins
to the tune of hunt and peck typewriters.
I watch you feed mice
existential scraps of tin and poetry
under the sink
while we walk everywhere.
Until the gates are closed precariously
and we fall into the featureless
distance of now…
Do they play baseball in Nepal?
Mark W. Ó Brien
05 April 2025
Love the structure and flow
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