by Darryl Price
Things are still being said in a world that
sounds like rough bows and straight slicing arrows
communicating with (smashing fists) a
pool of tired animals. There must also
come a time to surprise these same cruel
machines with metal striking metal. Things
are being said that arrive like capsized
canoes floating face-down in the pungent red
coves boiling around us. There must also
come a time to know the answer has been
beautifully sealed by indestructible
thoughtful thinkers. Dreams are being said that
are sleeping at your silence, fizzing out another's
love song. There must also come a time
to hang up all the ancient fears and once
more believe roses grow. Things are being
said as though you survived all the mistakes
engraved on your flesh only to see the earth becoming
light. There must also come a time to run
like a sweet madman to the arms of your
deepest lover. Things are being said that'll
remind you we are betrayed, we are like lost
donkeys together. There must also come
a better time to rise and stop being
so alone again. Things are being burned
like shells half gleaming in sinking sand. There
must also come a time to dance on one
foot for our lost friends. Things are being said that
I'd much rather not hear at this time either.
There must also come a time to listen
to the rain and nothing else, my friend.
Not all the things being said are by us.
Birds Fly(original draft)
by Darryl Price
Birds fly and people focus on finding their still
point. Birds fly and people wait for love, but I wouldn't.
Birds fly and people think about beauty. Birds
fly and people become frustrated. Birds fly and
people drown in little rooms. Birds fly and people
like strange words cast huge shadows. Birds fly and people
make mocking landscapes out of balloons. Birds fly and
people frighten themselves in the mirror. Birds fly
and people fold like origami horses. Birds
fly and people ask for blessings under their breath.
Birds fly and people die of old age on fire escapes.
Birds fly and people will take horrible vacations
in their mind's lonesome valleys. Birds fly and people
are programmed to be the problem. Birds fly and
people don't remember soon enough. Birds fly and
people pour a glass of water. Birds fly and people
hurry in the wind and rain like it's a matter
of pity. Birds fly and people run on the
grass until nothing is left but bones. Birds fly and
people go down the stairs. Birds fly and people say
little to each other. Birds fly and people wave.
How to Remember Important Things
by Darryl Price
Save the whales. Save the dolphins. Save the bored housewives.
Save my hands, so often cupped over the sorrow in
being alive. Save the beautiful made-up cherries of delight
I feel everywhere in your presence. Save the sprawling landscapes
of late night cafeterias of the mind. Save the often
forgotten radios of our flying dreams. Save the hand-printed love
letters of early morning light. Save the inexhaustible curiosity of
a small interior poem of silence. Save the naked air.
Save the Spanish tongue of Neruda. Save the sparkle in
the brushstrokes of a Picasso. Save storm and the rainbow.
Save the North Sea. Save shadows. Save all hearts from
beginning to break again. Save the ripped apart sky from
the rain of so many angry bombs sneaking inside. Save
the secret handshake. Save the Pandas. Save the sea turtles.
Save the roses. Save the last dance. Save the sailing
boats and floating planes of melting romance. Save whatever makes
no sense. Save this feeling. Save the butterflies with passionate,
provocative kisses. Save the question of imagination. Save the end
of the poem until you really need it. Save the
world from itself. Save your wild goodbyes. Save every word.
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You can always listen to the sound of your fears--and sometimes that's the wise thing to do, but it's never the only sound. Some get turned down and others get turned up, but we can't live in a cacophony--it's too much. Just realize that there are pleasant sounds, ancient sounds, hopeful sounds, too, that are also part of everything. It might not be much to hold onto, but it's something. And don't forget your own sound. Even the silent sound of a smile can sometimes crack the dark with just the right amount of energizing light.