Turning the Crank

Last night I had the writing bug, so I put on my headphones and listened to John Murphy's Adagio in D, Sunshine. It is an amazing theme from the unforgettable sci-fi movie "Sunshine".

Here are the poems that came out. Not bad poems, but decent. I always try to write my best, so it is frustrating to produce something that is good but not excellent. Too much mind, too much deliberate crafting. I think the best poetry is from "No mind", "No consciousness". But you have to stir the well, pour out the pitcher so that it keeps getting filled.

So... here they are anyway:

Poem I

There was a place we knew once

But,
We lost it.

The sky is empty.

Perhaps the stars are hidden

Maybe the universe didn’t pay the bill.

All we know,

The sky is black.

Long ago
A call went out

Our heart became attuned

Although we don't know the meter

And we don't know the rhyme.

The notes roll

One upon another

With foothills into mountains

Mountains into snow till the granite touches time:

Crescendo.

A child is curled under covers

In early morning

The heat kicks on

Outside the windows
Tree limbs crash in a wild song.

Where is that voice that called to us?

We used to believe

But
I think we lost it.

I am looking for that voice

And the place from where it calls

Please tell me if you find it.

At the very least,

Write to me

Send me a letter with a map. 

Poem II 

In the moment of sunrise

I felt your hand in mine.

The rushing and the whisper

Ebb and flow
Breath of your heart.

A sudden peace

An inward turning.

The wings are silent

They move in air

Each particle of light

Swept by the horizon.

The light and the dark.

Morning,

Night.

(The heart beats softly)

There is a plain under a red sky

In iron armor
Two heroes always fight.

The wings beat

Air shakes.

The anvil,

Your heart

Each breath a hammer,

Every moment

The ringing strike.

 Poem III

I saw the end

That last moment

The closing of the book

Last page turned.

It was beautiful

And terrible

A gushing flame and a roaring wind

The curtain of the world

Torn asunder.

From the uncertain sea over misted continents

God walked like a giant

Each step one thous’n mile

Legs vast and shadowed

Like elephants by Dali

The torso a mountain

Lost in the darkness of the sky.

His beard swayed

The sound of a forest raging

Hands like great tree limbs falling.

His eyes in lower heaven

Two coals of fire burning.