Kismet
KISMET
If ever the mind could decipher the mien of an intuited presence,
Would it insinuate that which is understood?
It is never a thing to perceive, that intuited presence that goes unseen.
Once it appears in audible form, it seems to grasp a shape from a line in the wall.
The figure rune becomes known.
It is like counting sheep to doze off.
The night air blows through the window.
You look beyond.
Your apprehension converts your thoughts.
Doom is the calamity of your psychic powers.
By God pulpits the sun,
Insofar as the moon is no longer disclosed.
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In tribute of Josephine Louise Miles (June 11, 1911 – May 12, 1985) who was an American poet and literary critic and the first woman tenured in the English Department at the University of California, Berkeley.[1] She wrote over a dozen books of poetry and several works of criticism. I am inspired by her poem Dialogue.
Dialogue
Silence comes down the street to us in the shape
Of those three girls.
They are going to walk past us.
Dampen down
The big brag of our coffee morning.
Hush up
Our open mouths with their billions of words.
Quiet falls.
Now we come walking into this big silence
Heavy as doom,
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Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
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