It is not the
“Chilly grey November sky”
It is the
Surly grey November Sky
Churlish
Intractable
Soul-Cold
The earth is cold
And chilly
And dark
The sky is far,
Lifeless in November
Grey, lifeless
Clouds or no
It is not Chilly
When the Ship Lifts II
The boatswain has piped
The anchor is weighed
All bills paid
and no answer
The time is to dream
yet dreams reluctant linger
on the pier
fading in steam
Such things left beyond
So the ship is gone
gone with me
I can't log the final entry
The waves wash the hull
and may all our debt
be counted
absent
On Bitterness
The stick and the wax
cannot tell of bitterness or of joy
nough that the taste of darkness and foolishness
become something
Do not you wander
from what was wrote
Hate that taste
Or do not -selah
What has beset you does not impoverish
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First published
December 7, 2019 7:21 pm
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