Stephen John Kalinich

OMENS OF FOREVER

 
Omens predictions 
and exchanges
 only sorrow sees its own face
in the image
in the mirror
ignites compassion
and sacred trust
We view but through 
a dim lens
this vastness
the impeccable beauty
of a single rose
half in bloom 
among thorns
grand eloquence shines
etched in each sharp deep cut
of blood freshly drawn
with quiet gestures
we hold on to transparent 
fleeting clouds
until
the symphonic culminates
where the end is near
and we face our limitation
idle disconnected
 grow jaded 
while the quartets 
the cellos 
violins violas play
the final chords
while poets quote phrases
that do not really capture
what this living is
 fragile existence 
has had its evening
goes into forever stillness
 and weeps
for questions 
are never answered
and only wisdom 
watches 
rescinds its invitation
vacillates 
between here 
and far away
for death is always 
here in everything
and the derelicts  
need no words 
disguised 
a hand reaches 
out to you
 that you do not touch
goodbye
goodbye
chills you 
to the gut
kills you 
vile circumstance
suffers long
why do we behold 
for such a brief 
glory 
what 
one may never find  
a meaning
in the howl of the 
vagabond 
on Alameda
the call of the wild
gives up its soul 
but not without 
a might struggle
oh divine justice
to be a part 
of the madness
and the triumph
to transcend physicality
to go quickly into
the eternal without fear
or  hesitation 
holding the last fragments
of this sweet journey
in a grace 
we never quite understand
I want to blend into it
become a part of the tapestry.
 
© 2012
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4 comments

  1. lkthayer · November 13, 2012

    Always a deep heart felt resonance, thank you for your words
    and your voice Stevie, love you. 🙂

  2. Stephen · November 13, 2012

    I love you too.
    I wrote this poem in partial response to an aging poet
    and how we transition .We are mortals who want to be forever.
    This poem faces the reality of what we are we will not be what we become we do not know but is is in the verse.
    Peace

  3. Mitch · November 13, 2012

    Stevie has the mind of a cotton reel and threads every thought thru the eye of a needle sewing away!!!
    Not by machine but by hand…… Stunnnnnnning

  4. Stephen · November 13, 2012

    Thank you very much. Many blessings on your journey through this life.

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