The Poetry Of.
Nathan A. Baker.......................
Cricket Psalms
Modulation of crickets quickens
As night unfolds and ebony
Erases the gray-blue of twilight
Wind is soft with pine scent
Shrills spill like muted crystals
Quartz words dropped in hushed
Syllables fill the hollow of my
Loneliness… truth’s soothing balm,
A natural poultice of healing,
Breaking up ground within, sowing ripe
Audible seeds, which planted in fallow
Soil flourish with determination
Properly cultivated such songs afford
Righteousness an abundant harvest
Love Speaks No Evil
There are in the sharing of poetry
Verses that shall forever stay hidden
Those written on tablets of living flesh
And whispered to self only
Words hidden in the recesses
Of heart, indelible lines, scratched
Deeply on the thin and worn surfaces
Made smooth by use.
Furrows cut evenly as cornrows
Still mark our empty fields.
Scarecrow witnessed it all, and
He would certainly speak truth
As to the harvest perfected.
He is a righteous witness,
Unmoving, he has guarded love's fields.
Soft answers can turn away wrath,
And the softness of love's voice still beckons
To me in the midnight stillness;
Care is love wrapped in a blanket
I still care for you...
Our hearts are softly bundled
And love speaks no evil.
The Next Bus
I guess I'm just waiting
For the next bus out of here;
Bags packed I stand watching
For the hint of dust on horizon
Or first faint glimmer of sunlight
Reflected off of windshield sparkling
Back at me over arid sparseness of landscape
Cool the air with summer's fire extinguished
And colder the night rides, which bring
Me back to remembering the heartbreak
And death's quickness as it robbed us
Numb remains the part of me that feels
Frozen like the tallest peaks of Mount Everest and forever isolated
Gleaming in all its snow-covered glory tips silently pointing home...
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