By Doug Holder
PROMPT — The way I see it ...
Not a cloud
but the azure
panorama impenetrable.
explosions in the distance
do I hear a faint cry?
The birds pierce the sky
but reveal nothing.
The ancient totem of the sun
with all its sizzle and bright promises
has a void behind it.
Heaven!
Transcendence!
Be damned!
I am frightened
by its blue purity
some say it
makes a simple statement
there is indeed a silver lining
but it is way
beyond me.
Explosions near by
I hear a child cry....
Doug Holder is the co-president of the New England Poetry Club, founded in 1915 by Robert Frost, Amy Lowell and others. He is the founder of the Ibbetson Street Press, and has taught creative writing at Endicott College in Beverly, MA for 14 years. His work has appeared in Rattle, Lilioph, South Florida Poetry Journal, Worcester Review and many others. Doug writes from Somerville, MA.
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