Until the Words Came
Until the Words Came
Guy Reed & Cheryl A. Rice
Sample Poems
Until The Words Came
Cheryl A. Rice
I have lost the patience with which I could discern shadow from light,
the quiet solitude it takes to document each leaf, each freckle.
I still have the eye, can frame with my thumbs a striking composition,
branch at odds with a fan of needles, purring green pelt at my grey sneakers.
But where to begin? Shadows shift with the sun, temperature drops,
my fingers ache with repetition of sketch, erase, again.
From the time I could hold a pencil I could make it do my bidding,
until the words came, invisible flood of names
for the animals that leapt, still leap in my spring brain.
The sun is too fast for all I have to sing, a picture's not worth near
what I want you to know, what I need to speak in black and white.
A snapshot is close; these sharp figures get closer, as close as I can
with all this dark to do before nightfall.
Revision
Guy Reed
I took the devil out of my poem,
he was clogging my voice box with decaying spiders.
I took the devil out of my poem,
but I left in the neck kissing and ear nibbling because it’s angelic.
I took the devil out of my poem
because pus filled my eyes.
Though they make nothing happen, I wanted talk of poems.
Every poem is a love poem. I was tired of talk about nothing.
I took the devil out of my poem
because we see death every day and can do nothing
except waltz; life-two-three, death-two-three.
I took the devil out of my poem
because those who die unjustly return with murder on their minds.
I took the devil out of my poem
because Vincent Van Gogh died on a Tuesday.
I took the devil out of my poem
because he despises innocence,
because he loves love, but he only loves with intent.
I took the devil out of my poem
because I hate the sound of grinding words against my teeth,
he turns them to dust along with my books, my fingers, my pens
and bricks of my convictions.
I took the devil out of my poem
because the God-fearing keep putting him back in there,
there is no caesura the devil cannot fill
with vanity and pride.
I took the devil out of my poem
because the suicides are enough to break the heart.