Some New Poems — 2014, Dorian (Ted)
JOURNEY
The morning sun
Delights in the silver-tipped
junipers
That hungrily welcomed
Midnight rain.
I am taking a journey
Beyond
cleverness.
Dorian, 8/23/2014
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GIVEN IN TRUST
I
trust the field I walk in,
Sacred
field of heaven’s bloom.
By
what incalculable steps
I
entered this domain
I
cannot tell. This only dawns me,
That
I must walk as blessing to
The
ground that blesses me.
Dorian, 8/18/2014
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THE FARING WELL
“Go
feather light,” she said,
Turning
her gaze to the long road.
And
so I traveled on and away,
And
the road indeed seemed neither
Long
nor dreary
But
only a dream passage
From
and along and toward
Points
of reality.
So
shall my going be
When
it is time to lift beyond this flesh.
I
shall go feather light,
Surrendered
to her word.
Dorian, 7/31/2014
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SUMMER STARS
Vega,
Deneb, Altair,
Great
triangle of the summer sky,
Bringing
together
Lyre,
Swan and Eagle
To
my wondering gaze.
Eagle,
the messenger whose
Deep-piercing
eye
Scans
heaven and earth
To
give sweet Orpheus’ lyre
The
tones of benediction,
While
the thoughtful swan
Flies
southward in her own
Sublime
oblivion.
All
perfect in the heart of night
And
in my private human healing heart.
Dorian, 7/19/2014
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PARADISE
One
rose, one bee, one dragonfly, and you
On
a clear morning of July.
Dorian, 7/13/2014
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MANY VOICES
I
have heard many voices in my life
And
understood them all as if they were
A
part of me. Voices of wrath and strife,
Voices
of indignation and despair,
Voices
that cut my heartstrings like a knife,
And
voices full of tenderness and care.
None
of these voices can contentment bring,
Yet
all contribute to the song I sing.
Contentment
comes when in one moment’s grace
The
gathering of a lifetime’s voices blends
Into
the bass tone for an interface
Of
thought and form. Then gratitude extends
A
welcome and a clear expansive space
For
new creation, and the Song descends
Full-fashioned,
fresh, melodious and sweet.
Who
would not marvel, such a Song to greet?
Dorian Black, 5/25/2014
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BIRD SONGS UNSEEN
Are
you lonely tonight,
Dear
little brown mockingbird,
Chirping
your tiny heart into
The
deep air of midnight?
Or
does that answering sweetness
Console
and retune you
To
the pattern of your birdliness?
I
only know that my own heart
Softens
with the tender
Dancing
together
Of
two tiny throats,
Impulsive
in the cooling
Breath
of summer.
Dorian Black, 7/2/2014
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THE INNER LIFE
Deep
in my heart, Love,
You
abide forever.
Here
is the resting place
Of
your free spirit.
Deep,
deep in the waters
Of
my sensate soul
You
swim your moonlit path.
Yet
here am I, Love, too,
Washed
in the wondering waters
That
are the depth of you.
How
can it be, that walking
The
silent hills and valleys
Of
our own solitude,
We
yet remain at home
Each
in the other’s heart?
Deep
in the mystery of God
One
sanctity dissolves
The
salt of separation,
One
heart, one home, one heaven,
One
residence of Love.
Dorian Black, 6/17/2014
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IN
PRAISE OF OLDER WOMEN
Deep
night sits silent
In
my heart.
The
clouded moon rides high
And
near to full,
Whiter
than all hidden stars.
And
I – oh I will sing
This
night a song of joy
In
the knowing of women –
In
the rapture of knowing women
Who
once were young, and gloried
In
their shy adventurous sleek bodies
And
the lust of men who honored them
With
songs from the cracking
Of
their easily wounded hearts.
These
women I sing for
Are
no longer sleek nor shy.
They
are grand in the naked clothing
Of
courage and high majesty.
They
have woven themselves a beauty
Undesired
and unforeseen,
The
beauty of deep night and a moonlight
No
pain could overcast.
Ted Black, 3/14/2014
