Gravity Issue 24 - Jim Livingstone

Jim Livingstone

Alone

1.

Confined
by this quiet
paper
words rescue me -

a dog sniffs
the rims
of your
newborn car

heat and light
snuff out
during
an ice storm.

2.

Trying too hard to speak
defeats
me,
defeats
you -

let me lift
the hem
of the ocean

show you
the heart
of the
bottom crab.

Art Naturale

Clouds create form,
rivulets
cast their course,

ruby
throated humming
birds suspend,

the midday
vert and sway
of scalene limbs.

Whose hand directs
this ground, this sky
to splendour, entices

transcription
of these symbols
into the language
of men.

Jim Livingstone: I am a medical doctor, a black belt in karate, and a tournament chess player, who is not a prose poet - and therefore is not swimming, and hopes not to swim, in the mainstream of current fashion. My ezine credits include: The Melic Review, Crossconnect, Eclectica, The Astrophysicist's Tango Partner Speaks, Perihelion, Recursive Angel, and others.