Jay POE, Jay Poem 16.

The Ensemble Summer

Mine Na Poems


I’m learning to go away in a ghost town
No worries
No one to behave for
No desires
No goals
No kin
The campfire is out
No equality
For the scales only balance for death
Plutonic future
To sink to the depths of the oceanic crust
To be joined in the endless sediment
Of burial
Of the metamorphosed
Of the melting
Of the upheaval                                                                                                                     To be crushed back down again                                                                                     In only hope to be once part of a fire opal

Imprints: Robinson Jeffers

Imprints: Inscription For A Gravestone by Robinson Jeffers

Inspired by Jeffers work lately.  Sharing a favorite…

I am not dead, I have only become inhuman:

That is to say,

Undressed myself of laughable prides and infirmities,

But not as a man

Undresses to creep into bed, but like an athlete

Stripping for the race.

The delicate ravel of nerves that made me a measurer

Of certain fictions

Called good and evil; that made me contract with pain

And expand with pleasure;

Fussily adjusted like a little electroscope:

That’s gone, it is true;

(I never miss it; if the universe does,

How easily replaced!)

But all the rest is heightened, widened, set free.

I admired the beauty

While I was human, now I am part of the beauty.

I wander in the air,

Being mostly gas and water, and flow in the ocean;

Touch you and Asia

At the same moment; have a hand in the sunrises

And the glow of this grass.

I left the light precipitate of ashes to earth

For a love-token.

By : Robinson Jeffers

Photo by: Naomi Ruth

Mine Na Poem 2.

A Cup of Stars

I found the stars in puddles today…and poured them in my cup.

A cup of stars…

Washed down and warmed my belly.

It took the brown out of my skin

And turned it porcelain.

I thought I could glow like this forever,

But the incredible light burst forth from me

And dazzled into a trillion colors.

And this was what was left of me

Hues swirling through eternity,

To fill up countless irises

Of wishers and kissers of the night.

To shine upon velvety skin,

Of girls that I could have never been.

And when they bathe naked

They absorb my energy,

To color their cheeks rose

And their navels, for the tongue of a boy…That will love them.

Poem and Photos by: Naomi Ruth  Saharski W.