July | 2012 | poemimage

Month: July, 2012

A memory is feeling a curved length of polished wood static in its

placement

Stars distant and alive except the ones that are dead

Memory swims in a dream montage seeing with a child’s eye

Thought seeing thought

Memory falling between stars turning round and round a leaf

Fell into my hands come from another world

We’d raise mounds of mossed stones in the half-light,

standing under the dark green shawl of trees,

privy to the song of the rain-voiced breeze

and the first owl peaceful in his second sight.

Colin Carberry is an Irish-Canadian poet and translator and the director of the Linares International Literary Festival (Mexico).

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