Thank you all, Maydayers new and old, for joining in this year's collaboration. It's been a pleasure reading your poems and comments. Let the creativity continue!
Until 2016, Angeline
A site for May Day, an effort of poets from Winnipeg and beyond, taking place for the eleventh time in May 2015.
Tuesday, June 02, 2015
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Beyond comprehension
The suited man at my door
jabs
the fine print between
pasturelands and
sparrow,
demands
I repeat
the
correct name for God,
walks
away.
The trembling
usher at church
has been married
56 years today.
He whispers,
I’m afraid to wish
for more. The years
are good so long
as the mind is clear.
The
woman in the care
home
couldn’t tell you the name
for
the soft thing that holds
her
up. We asked her to pray,
she
folded her hands.
The child’s tumour disappeared.
birdsong lovesong
how the birds have awakened in me
the spring that brought them home
and reminded me to sing my song
not because i can nor i should
but because we all carry songs
raise your right hand, swear
allegiance to the flag
of my tongue, my heart
sing your gloria sing
the mermaid's song
neither fish nor woman
still her scales shine
pentatonic in the dawn
wreck yourself upon my
rocks each sailors son
or gentler than clouds
cerulean seas do swell
crescendo on my beach
launch your vessel
from this shore
until we sing
no more
the spring that brought them home
and reminded me to sing my song
not because i can nor i should
but because we all carry songs
raise your right hand, swear
allegiance to the flag
of my tongue, my heart
sing your gloria sing
the mermaid's song
neither fish nor woman
still her scales shine
pentatonic in the dawn
wreck yourself upon my
rocks each sailors son
or gentler than clouds
cerulean seas do swell
crescendo on my beach
launch your vessel
from this shore
until we sing
no more
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