Sunday, June 21, 2009

summer green wave

riverview park pittsburgh

the rocks made random
piles here and there
middle and edges of the trail
are the beginnings
of small sacred mounds
hillside runoff
leads a long legged dog
to find a clear route
dodging dead limbs
but finding the new buds
i follow

the news from iran on this
a green wave the rulers didn't expect
their isolation walls propped up
by shifting oil sands
are no match
in the long run
.....millions of buds

--- e b bortz

Sunday, June 14, 2009

earth note 126

if it's a clear day
& i'm crossing the bellevue bridge
& it's june
songbirds will grab your thoughts
& fling them
deep into the valley
where you'll lose them
because you want to

and every restless notion
that consumes
the last days of high school
a road
defined by immediate context
yet out of the ordinary
a day.....a journey begun

--- e b bortz

(published in, June 1, 2012)

Thursday, June 11, 2009

retro again...maybe it's the tea and humidity

still thinking about
what kind of poems
i'd be writing
if i had stayed
in southern thailand
or montreal

thought the lines
would write themselves
no way

but then there are
the conditions
maybe similar to social science
that break through
all your layers of
protection and denial
it's trite to say but accurate
the muse works in mysterious ways

would the language
enrich or hinder
i like to think
there's a connection
between the way
a word rolls off the tongue
and what puts
sweat on the brow
thumping beneath the breasts

the land has its own influence
a barricade of secrets
rivers and forests where
the student
wake and find
projecting a new arc
yet comfort in ambiguity
curried rice
lost in snowstorms
cutting coconuts
with ice skates
sounds contrived
don't blame the muse

words are swallowed
by the ear
flow into the blood
suspended by air
lodging themselves
around another overused
misused word
though real

a voice
speaks broken tears
a language of its own

--- e b bortz