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the poetry that matters

Darren C. Demaree

Darren C. Demaree is living and writing in Columbus, Ohio. He is the author of "As We Refer to Our Bodies" (2013) and "Not For Art Nor Prayer" (2014), both are forthcoming from 8th House Publishing House.  He is the recipient of two Pushcart Prize nominations.

 

EMILY AS THE LAMP FLOATS

 
Way-finding, I believe the light
never settles, never gives rest
 
to the seeker, I believe Emily,
a single, glowing light, more
 
than flame or guidance will
at some point explode to rattle
 
the fantasy of searching
with a series of mirrors directed
 
inside our house.  Scuttle-work
of my eyes, I will see everything.
 
 
 
  

 

EMILY AS RESPIRATION

 
Rise in chest,
I ask only time,
the questions
 
of our limitations
& when that snide,
earthly fucker
 
sneers at me,
my glib love
& confident arms,
 
I will know,
though we are
in defiance
 
of nothing, we are
a good heart
to the bumpy road.
 
 
 
 
    
 
 
 

EMILY AS CIRCLING LIKE THE SPARROWS IN EARLY EVENING

 
Let us compare the bitterness
of the hour,
 
that time just after the cars
have all lined up
 
like a bad science fiction movie,
when we breathe only
 
as slowly as the expedient chafe
of our thighs in work clothes
 
that never size up well
on the way home.  Arrived
 
& in a terribleness of nothing
but the absence of terribleness,
 
I look up into the new colors
of the escaping day,
 
I watch the sparrows circling
our house near the ravine
 
& I believe that though
the possibility of greatness is gone,
 
this day may, if Emily allows it,
be broad enough
 
for my shoulders to feel
only the consequences of home.
 
 

 

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                                                                                                                          July 18, 2013