Footnotes to the Great Poetry Wars (Barry Spacks)

“Footnotes to the Great Poetry Wars”

Three flaws in her complexion, yet  still
she's lilthe.

 The mud ducks refuse
 to climb the hill.

 Mud on the canvas
 confuses the art-lover;

choose your next word
(ANY word).

Arma virumque, not sutras of snooze.
Deceits delight, and perturbations.

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—Barry Spacks

Tell Me a Story, Weathered Soul (Barry Spacks)

"Tell Me a Story, Weathered Soul"

among the bamboo
simply sitting, while crows caw
simply cawing

the curve of the hills…
the way the  clouds love to
touch down upon them

walking Hendries Beach
low tide shows the jagged rocks
we so soon forget

meditator's tangerine:
emptiness as form,
color scent taste bliss

the yellow pistil
erect in the lily’s cup—
absolute androgyny

across this calm sky
if only he wouldn’t paint
his mud–ugly name

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—Barry Spacks