5 Birds by Duane Locke
Great Blue Heron
4 Poems by Duane Locke
TERRESTRIAL ILLUMINATION NO. 421
An old man,
I sometimes things get confused,
I admire your white gold wig. If I remember right,
That the last you were here your hair was a light
Brown with auburn tints. That might have been a wig also.
But I meant, intended to say, willed to say, although
I did not say it, I said something else, but now I will say it,
Utter it: It is miraculous, a miracle, a terrestrial miracle,
A this-worldly miracle, when one experiences what an event
Actually contains, when one really feels and knows much
Of its multidimensionist. An authentic event is always aleatory,
And the conceptually calculation of a forthcoming event results
In the destruction of an event,
Truncates, reduces, limits the event, turns it into some pitiable and petty.
Oh, you said something, did you say that you wanted another
Piece of the Chinese chocolate that came in the golden, glittering box
With a trio of cerise sparrows sitting on an emerald branch.
TERRESTRIAL ILLUMINATION NO. 422
When the focus of my eyes selects
To see a part of event or object,
I afterwards, perhaps in a day, or a week, or a decade,
Speculate on what my focus excluded.
What in that moment of quickly flowing duration my focus excluded
When I saw a speck of turquoise in an eye colored ultramarine.
Did I miss seeing azure.
What caused my consciousness to center on turquoise among ultramarine.
Was it something spoken into me by communication with a community.
What caused me to code out azure.
If I had been confined to hearing talk that spread throughout a different community,
Would I have noticed azure, not turquoise.
What causes our reality.
If I had been trained on scientific discourse, I would have blind to the eye,
And would substituted for its appearance, a bunch of conceptions, logical
I would not have seen the azure at all. I would not even
Have seen turquoise. Not even ultramarine.
If I had been a poet,
I might have seen the holy face of a sacred crocodile emerging from the Nile.
TERRESTRIAL ILLUMINATION NO. 423
An anhinga, is a volcano of slick black whitened feathers
Whose lava is a Congo moon.
Whose lightning flashes become a flow,
Changed from zigzagging angles
Into curved invisible waves warm like sun light,
Become like metallic sounds from lute strings, although silent.
When in the presence of the anhinga one’s concealed bones
Of corporeality are touched by an unheard music,
Soft sounds like eiderdown, or a Hellenistic burial urn.
The anhinga is an Alexius Meinong’s zen koanist abistent object,
A squared circle,
The anhinga is an authentic animal rationale, rational
Like ants, bees, spinning flies, and not arational like a human beings
Who have fabricated a false and inauthentic rationality.
TERRESTRIAL ILLUMINATION NO. 424
TERRESTRIAL ILLUMINATION NO. 424
An opal’s opacity
When in a spotlight or the quick flame
Of a struck match is like the reflection of painted boats
On the mermaid-eye green
Of white-tipped waves’ breath on the basalt Amalfi coast.
The opal is a kaleidoscope.
She in Amalfi was opalescence as the opal
Mounted in simulated gold on a much used ring finger. Should I be Lacanian
And cadaverise my position, since the living mind
Substitutes fantasies that become reality effects and speed boats.
It is axiomatic we only have approximate knowledge of why we address
Girls that wear opal rings, but we have no knowledge of why the address is returned.
We will never know for certain what animates and motivates the other.
So we are in a state of approximate knowledge
Flashing and glittering with no knowledge, like an opal before it is shadowed.
Are opal rings female praying mantis.
I contribute this speculation to my being in an Almafi defunct monastery
Now an albergo with amaretto standing where the crucifix once stood
On this bar board before the altar was converted into a bar.
Duane Locke lives in Tampa, Florida near anhinga, gallinules, raccoons, alligators, etc. He has published 6,736 poems, includes 30 books of poems. His latest book publications: April 2012, DUANE LOCKE, THE FIRST DECADE, 1968-1978, BITTER OLEANDER PRESS. This book is a republication of his first eleven books, contains 333 pages. Order from www.bitteroleander.com, or Amazon. December 2012, his 30th was published TERRESTRIAL ILLUMINATIONS, FIRST SELECTION, 43 pages. by FOWLPOX PRESS, http://fowlpox.tk/