Counterfeit Poems is a free collection of poetry composed in an impressionistic style that is long out of fashion.
THE WORD –
Before we knew the thing we called Ourselves – “Mind”
formless and without consequence – There came the
language of magical persona.
Where in the center of it the eye marked all about and
called it by name. Likened sensation w/ broken branches –
the finger of God reaching straight down into the roots of
the clouds / their warm & swelling walls – to split the Word
from its diaphanous wings.
Now – w/ soles blackened / the garden bare and washing
amongst the shards and ruins of mountains from the high
meridian – the 4 pm sun breaks the high-water mark of the
doorway and the quick clamor...