s./j. goldner

Rookie (March 2nd,1984 / USA)

Kindle Wood - Poem by s./j. goldner

No finite point has meaning without an infinite reference point.
- Sartre

Breeze turns to wind
at the mark of the winter
season. Dust turns to ash;

These are the days
when everything
reminds me of you.

As a player of previous
draws,
I recognize this.

Take the slip from out
from under you
and place it by the mantel.

Scars upon scars
build new,
fresh tissue.

I dream
of rape and pillage
and faithless treachery.

if god wanted us to believe
why did he not make the
belief more appealing?

instead you're fed
a set of rules
to construct your life upon.

and taught the one who suffered
in agony,
tortured and scorned

is the very one who
bore your soul,
resurrected.

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Comments about Kindle Wood by s./j. goldner

  • (11/11/2007 1:15:00 PM)

    Despair is a fine tutor, unlocking primal coding. There is a banquet of classical imagery to feast upon in ‘kindle wood’ - a metaphoric surplus of poetic
    nourishment. Let there be more! Rgds, Ivan
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 24, 2011


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