Everything Depends Upon So Much

THE SONNET IS A 14 LINE POEM

WITH TEN EQUAL SOUNDS PER LINE AND ONE RULE

THEY BE ACCENTED OR UNACCENTED

AS WITH MOST THINGS THAT EVERYTHING DEPENDS

UPON

FOR WHY ELSE WOULD THERE BE DIVISIONS IF

NOT TO DISTINGUISH WHAT COMES AND GOES: TIME?

AS IT NEVER DEPARTS YET SAYS GOODBYE

SO MUCH IT SAYS HELLO TO EACH SECOND

AND LIKE A RED WHEELBARROW or WHITE

CHICKEN, IT IS DRAINED OF COLOR THEN TURNS

INTO CRYSTALS OF ITS OWN HOURGLASS
HALTING FOR NOTHING TO BEGIN ANEW

AS THOUGH RHYMING OR NOT RHYMING HAS DEW

IT MEANS NOTHING TO A SONNET AT ALL



To Spring and All, 1923 William Carlos Williams

SWAN SONG

The Swan in the Swan Song is so Precious

Its feathers are lighter than Sound waves push

The voice of a Tenor through Destruction

Flames of the Abyss when forward they swoosh

Captivate with the Glory of Sunsprawls

Lift from Auroras Consumed in NIghtfall

As smoother than Glass the Water’s Surface

Glides as it Severs its own Existence

But not before its Tumult is Unbound

Deep the Lake will drive through the Silent Depth

To insulate the Power that spells Doom

Designed to preserve the Universe Whole

Submits to its Necessary Defeat

And Gathers from the Ramparts the Volume

Of Melody condenses its Poem.

BEAUTY FRUIT

The watch of wakeful hours counts again

the loss and removal of essential things

measured by distance to disappearance

then as truth purchased its survival

shred over centuries another fount

from mantra of ongoing turmoil

and lasting are pains to be endured still

Paramount as peacemakers to be blessed

Beauty is fecund, beauty is artful

But beauty is not a variable

Beauty is a Fulcrum Exponential.

Beauty is Faith Faith is a Principle

And as darkness falls it grows amorphous

Its branches bear its fruits for the purpose

VERSE OF WALES

Wales Wales, Land of my GrandMothers.

My soul must be partly an Island Shore

Where time over epochs anoint Feathers

My heart  which has been spent in a Tower

Yearns for an Ancient Home where there are Droves

Endless and Elegant Moss of Ages

Triumphal Origin, GLory to all Kin.

Answer me, Answer me, ANswer me, Bird?

Why do you Pity me if not for Love?

Yet, what good can you do with your Feathers?

Do you write Verses as I do you Now?

Or are you enslaved by Beauty tol Art?

Birdsong is what to Legends of Arthur?

The Noble, the Epic, the Courteous.

LOVE CROW

Crow caws and to distract and confuse me

Crow plays games with my head and my feelings.

Each time that he does I grow from within

Though he is wiser, kinder, and free

he doesn’t diminish my experience

I am only a destitute human

Yet for Crow I show potential he sings

to demonstrate his knowledge and nature

nothing he does is unnecessary!

Crow only counts what makes sense for saying

his ingredients on voice and wing

beak, talon, feathers, thinking and vision!

Oh crow are you to break me so gentle

and perch closer to me than you would’ve

BROTHER CROW

Crow strikes a pose on the telephone pole.

He straightens his wings sleek as a shadow

exchanges notes with a Crow out of view

Acting as Watch for his brothers below.

when I approach Crow descends on a fence

from where he watches his brothers at work

Three are in formation next to the curb.

Two stand at guard as one raises a fern

From it falls the seed of a palm flower

Rolled from its husk sack of fan-like foliage

Crow beats its beak on it, small, hard, yellow

With all of his brothers watching over

Each bird a Talon and a Talon a bird

One step inside of each Other bird.

HERE IT IS

 I have come to the conclusion of this.

The distance resumes its distance, I wince.

It hurts to be so happy yet it is

Its own form of the same unhappiness

it stirred when deterred or was haphazarded

I am hard headed for the sake of it.

Yet without knowing I commit far worse.

For I know nothing about survival

I know little about overwhelmed love

It presses weight on the soft of the soul

It can’t be reduced in its magnitude.

Try what you do the heart is an anchor

IT seems extremely dangerous and yet

here it comes now into the present tense