Alors, Et Toi? - Issue Three | Pomes by Ernest Williamson

a momentary free verse

by ernest williamson

 

free

later in the daze

I grab

millions

of floating tears

from the sky

watching them splatter

on my hands

like arthritic

pains

like algorithms with

sharp

peaks

across a dainty street

in late October

when daze is manifest

throughout the coming

holidays

but out of a stupor

comes lines of lead

business

stress

alacrity

of various mobilities

running without poetry

without

the transcended

whiffs

muttering

Lennon's

Imagine

so now I'm 75

and autumn is upon me

and drones of men and women

are at it again

bustling to make deadlines

to tend to reality

but for me

like an ambitious homeless man

smoking a cigar

in the apathetic rain

imagination

for the sake of escape

is all of what is

everything

in a word

verse

twigs to burn

by the same author

the better documents are in the trees

along the rinds of the core

in the twisted arms

posing for vanity

of curious eyes

though the mist hovering

round the base of the willows,

as wasps do over sweet food,

constricts my angry ignorance

of what I see

in the trees

and also what I see

in the leaves

About The Author

Ernest Williamson III is a 31 year old polymath who has published poetry and visual art in over 150 online and print journals. He is a self-taught pianist and painter and his poem "The Jazz of Old Wine" has been nominated for a Best of the Net award by the editors of "Thick with Conviction".

His works of philosophical poetry are short stories, a collection specially compiled for a book entitled Parallel Minds (unpublished).

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