CENTO on Letting Go
I age like a rock, not a rocking chair.
They say we bring it on ourselves,
One by one the words leave you, even this one.
Enough of the will to go on, and not go on, or how.
I have no voice.
I am filled with listening.
I unzip the lake, walk into what I am.
The hastily assembled angel watches,
Measuring the darkness between men. Dust and Dusk enter.
Thrush melodies tumbled forth
Like butterflies. They flap and fight over the lavender and spring yellow.
It reminds me of my own survival,
Where instead of oxygen there is silence,
Questions silent in my mouth,
Chrysalis hanging on the bough of this night.
My back to the ground, I kicked.
The whole stary sky goes black.
I love every planet.
I hear the cosmos swinging,
And that saying the Darwinian logic:
“Perhaps it is true?” I realized everything around me I could do
CENTO on Letting Go (with original poems and authors)
I age like a rock, not a rocking chair.
They say we bring it on ourselves,
One by one the words leave you, even this one.
Enough of the will to go on, and not go on, or how.
I have no voice.
I am filled with listening.
I unzip the lake, walk into what I am.
The hastily assembled angel watches,
Measuring the darkness between men. Dust and Dusk enter.
Thrush melodies tumbled forth
Like butterflies. They flap and fight over the lavender and spring yellow.
It reminds me of my own survival,
Where instead of oxygen there is silence,
Questions silent in my mouth,
Chrysalis hanging on the bough of this night.
My back to the ground, I kicked.
The whole stary sky goes black.
I love every planet.
I hear the cosmos swinging,
And that saying the Darwinian logic:
“Perhaps it is true?” I realized everything around me I could do
The Smiling Understanding, Stanley Moss
Naji, 14. Philadelphia, Rita Dove
Overnight, John Yau
The End of Poetry, Ada Limon
Stone Love, Louise Erdrich
There is Only You, Lupe Mendez
Lake-Loop, Natalie Diaz
he Hastily Assembled Angel on Care and Vitality, Shane McCrae
Not Forgiven, John Sibley Williams
Interstate Highway System, Adam O. Davis
They Ran and Flew From You, Chandra Feldman
Red Wine Spills, L Ash Williams
On the Deaths of Friends, Billy Collins
Wheelchair, Yusef Komunyakaa
For Black Children at the End of the World, and the Beginning, Roger Reeves
Ode to the Boy Who Jumped Me, Monica Sok
Elegy With Table saw & Cobwebs, Patrick Phillips
Love, Alex Dimitrov
Some Call it God, Jabari Asim
Before the Riot, Kwame Dawes
Marfa, Texas, Victoria Chan