What Should Stay Buried Time caught in a capsule. Sorrow there or joy as you imagine opening it up? Perhaps, better, if you put it back. To not know what was left behind. a man and woman so young then. Babies not yet born. The woman not yet asleep in another man’s bed. Pearl as they called it not yet bombed. Beirut, when it was the Paris of the Middle East. The young ones, brown-skinned, before the top hats and whale-bone dresses before the burials, before the bulldozers broke what marked the graves. Before the churches burned, before Christ turned his back, before anger’s black smoke tore down everything and ripped words from cindered throats. Before.Before.Before.Before.Before.Before.Before.Before.Before.Before.
A Mesostic – For and Not For My Dog Tugboat “These cracked elbows, the only sign of time passing” —Canisia Lubrin from The Dzgraphxst, page 41 Cracked elbows, the only sign of Time passing Canisa says bUt not true God said to me just now sounding puzzled, the Big bang and its aftermath, all that nOthing turned into somethings, for darn near fourteen billion yeArs that’s big, very big, sign of Time passing he told me. What more of Time do I need or want to know aboUt with death always this TuG at my ankles, this Bounded true nOrth, all of us heading in the sAme direction Time or no time. To pass the Time, mark time, waste time, plUg the holes in the boat of time Going down anyway, so why Bother giving time or cracked elbows a secOnd thought. Why not imagine a dog, any dog, but especiAlly my dog, Tugboat bounding along Today untugged, unleashed to time.
*The mesostic form like the acrostic form takes a word and spells it vertically down the page but unlike the acrostic places it to create varied left and right margins.
Poem for Hour Two
Poetry Half Marathon
June 26th, 2021
Hi! Richard Osler here from the Cowichan Valley on Vancouver Island, BC, Canada! So enjoyed my last (“halfer) in 2017 and then scheduling conflicts got in the way of the next few. I have been writing poems steadily since about 2004 on! Have two published collections, full length and a chapbook and I have written more than 300 poetry blog posts since 2010 at recoveringwords.com! And i facilitate a ton of poetry therapy sessions each year! More than 400 in the past 12 months!
Trying to figure all the teck stuff out. And managing. Looking forward to this. Know it will be tough, the 12 hour, but hoping years of writing poems will help! I have had a group of friends who write a poem a day each January – five years now. But this ups the ante! And I echo the best wishes of others. All best, Westcoast Richard.