R. J. Davey writes

Palimpsest

The streetlights stretch downward
long into the rain-slicked tarmac
a mirror world, a shadow world
the neverwhere world of
long autumn nights
illuminated silver and bronze
city street manuscripts
a palimpsest of human endeavour
and the passage of time.

-- Eduard Gordeev

R. J. Davey writes

A Conversation, Then

Let us have

a conversation, then

you and I –

the poem and the poet

An understanding:

let us find

some sort

of middle ground

let us converse

as conspirators

drunk in each others

company deep into

the long night

and come to a

kind of

understanding.

 

 Drunk Couple -- Kurt Peiser

R. J. Davey writes

An Appeal To The Craft

Let me count the ways,
                              I –

– (Can you help me

quick-tongued
sharp-witted

keen-minded teacher?)

Instruct me in your craft
so that I may discern
the metaphor in the reddening
of the Autumn leaves
the clouds of
approaching winter
the discarded rain-soaked
junk on the city streets.

They told me to read
as much as possible
the works of Greater Writers
and by the action of Osmosis
I would absorb their words –
but my fingertips are not porous.

Show me the sum
of your vast experience
explain how
it adds up to a
prime number
curves into
the Golden Ratio.

Teach me, so I
may leave behind
something never
before said,
a bugle call never
before heard
in the hunt-like game
of this maddening pursuit.

I write these words,
but the ink is running out.

I should probably get a new pen.

 

 Newton -- William Blake