Brenda Mox
HAD NO MEMORY
Left to search out a more sensible world
Alone
Grief threatened to blind him.
Struggling to fathom his miles of woes
was his hostess, Constant anxiety,
performing loyal service
on a sinking ship.
Starving to death in bacchanalia
where the bone grinding
dance of survivors
and nocturnal shenanigans of others
glowed in an anxious green haze.
To be born under the moon
Of a paradigm shift…
Present to a world turning over on itself,
He fought sleep as if death lurched there
swimming in wasted stuff.
Stuck in a Mobius strip of torment.
For he had no memory of having wept.
BIRDS IN FLIGHT
Hear the whispering of wings
in dawn’s early hours
or at twilight’s last fling
in the silence of the night.
Seek shelter with birds in flight
Beyond clouds of appearance
Beyond broken bars of a cage
Beyond battered wings of despair
Beyond death’s white wing welcoming
Beyond to a throat strung with silver notes.
Like a flock of doves
his thoughts take wing
to realms below and up above.
Swiftly to the stars they fly
at twilight’s last gasp
finding shelter with birds in flight
beyond despair’s long grasp.
NO THING
Adrift in a restless sleep
lost in a sea of perplexity,
eyes keep wordless secrets deep
to pave the path to non-entity.
In this birthplace of thunderous night,
her silence was a kind of music
created in the moment and
written by serpents of Light.
Drunk on wine mixed tears
flowers whisper in her poet’s ear,
“inhale the scent No Thing emits”
like perfumed blossoms nature sent.
In the eve of her heart
no time to explain
why her body sings
with pleasure’s pain
to the sound that silence imparts.
Brenda Mox is a poet and visual artist living on the shore at the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay digging her way to a poem or two. She is an MFA graduate from Old Dominion University many moons ago. Her work has been published in Wingless Dreamer, Bewildering Stories, Down in the Dirt Journal, Blaze Vox, Ariel Chart, Neo Poet, Discretionary Love and Eber & Wein Anthology.