Poem for Earth Day

Using the search function on my computer to find, Earth, in my new poem, Back 2 the StudiO, I came up with these 4 fragments.


from Back 2 the StudiO, in progress

Poem for Earth Day



1

the returning
violence
re--
birthing, of
new worlds cycling

wheels and wheels
circles of hell and earth
and extension to heaven
he shivered, he heard a rustling
there in the aspen woods

as he painted
that light--
he didn't often talk of that kind
of light on the trees
the yellow gold,

shimmer shake
a shiver
daimonic eruption
allegory of otherness
slipping through

in transparent mirror
the cycles
showing each
in turn, the nothing--
arriving to a surface

reality represented
THERE! THE REALITY
Here, feel it, the older
god, this recognition--
Ha!

the bird flutters and lights
upon a branch, there—




2

the stars revolved round
even behind the blinding blue
movement, signaling change--
how can the earth be whizzing
at 23,000 miles an hour

the spirit that occupies everything
SOME WHERE AROUND HERE
another part--
wind in the hair
"no clouds in monument valley"
but still as he said

all those times before
"beyond remembering"
the splendor of--
Koyanisquatsi blaring--
there are more lights all
the time in the valley

the dogs barking, all night
the something off in the darkness
bringing back the boon
they keep him awake
now coyotes join in
night journey

but the, the making
and, life is just as mysterious as death--
THIS NEW LAND
made new--
New Orb Aloft!




3

the old sun and stars

the planet on the table
the earth in blue
spinning
sun, stars earth, revolving
the parts, that whole
feeling

in the studio
he kept coming
back to that tent idea
black drawing into idea-- the shield
red and yellow
Buddha colors
ideal beauty from death

the idea, beauty, order
all this as an after thought
"a poem" he said and backed away
the studio-- red, red reality
he was talking of irony

presence and absence
da forte
a copy of the original
all sounds like, evasions of

--god, again
or reality, big deal just
everything there is, out there
thrown in, to--
definitions crumpled up

thrown in, to--
all a good story
I HOLD THIS fiction
UP AGAINST MY DEMISE--
that is Eliot, he was just
going to say it simpler
his lie against time

a shield
going back, laying out the string
back into
the death like dream
and seeing what sufficed
IT

to keep one there
a SIMPLE surface
maybe diamonded design
what we called reality, to be an
adequate, representing--
the building is underway
"THE new TEMPLE," Jack laughed




4

they were of the earth
he loved

packing the truck, carting it away
WITH hired hands
art is what’s underneath
that irony,
thinking he sees
his life here
at the crossing--
New Mexico border

scribbling life’ on dashboard
through Virginia
Tennessee and Oklahoma
into New Mexico

he said to himself
that he was doing the right thing
rolled up paintings
like dead bodies in the back
he thought of that time
carrying them up the stairs
at 68 Jay Street
THaT different war
its like a heaven here, maybe

he was gone,
gone and gone
arriving to these clouds
Crystal sight
he'd remarked before-- always did
arriving
to these clouds