Lament Poetry

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Craqueleur

Published August 19, 2015 by rlmcdermott

You smell
it first–
musky

dust on
a favorite
chair

flowers wilting
in a blue vase

shadows

You count
the lines
on your face

craqueleur

every bone
has a name
carved into it

nothing is
left unmarked

Then you
remember
bird song

a cone flower
growing on a
country road

cherry blossoms
falling in a
Kyoto gardenCracqueleur

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The Lament Singers

Published August 19, 2014 by rlmcdermott

In a desert
of mecury
nations of
unkept women
rest like squat
beetles on
all fours–
listening with
ears buttoned
to the ground.

They can
hear voices
echoing in
their heads,
whispering
of immolation,
hearts buring
in the afternoon,
birds soaring
in the sky.

There is no
comfort in
the keening
breeze, what
was blue
has turned
to red, falling
bombs have
gleaned their
husband’s bones
and left their
children dead.The Lament Singer

Flight 17

Published July 23, 2014 by rlmcdermott

In a month
we will not
remember,

an open guidebook,
a child’s drawing,
a map of Bali–

dreams scattered
in an open field.

The sun will
rise and set,
moonlight will
be moonlight–
indifferent to
the mean ambitions
of men with guns.

Only the
earth will
remember
what we
choose
to forget–
red poppies
falling from
the sky.Red Poppies Falling From The Sky

The Kiss

Published May 15, 2014 by rlmcdermott

Who’ll sing
my song
when I
am gone?

Who’ll paint
the sky?

I live
for love
who can’t
be loved–it
is my fate.

I am root
and I am
flower–soon
will be my
bitter hour.

A knife,
a rope,
the wind,
the sea,

these are
the things
that call
to me.

You stand up
and I fall down;
I dance for you
who cannot see.

Is love
what I am
all about–
I sell my soul
and I sell out?

A pair of eyes,
a wisp of hair
and I am lost
and I am there.

Wars are wars,
countries fall,
children die and
I am born.

Again and always,
I return to find you gone;
there must be something
more than this–someway
to end this bitter kiss.The Kiss