The night ride worries me, in the winter
night no snow gathers, threatening masques
are a summary of retrospective allegory.
Leaving when I was pressed close to a
danger I knew not of, it was often the
standardized lecture, when dusk fell, it was
then that I felt the grief of departure, for
holding on to all you have, this is the reward,
rejection, and traveling through the owned
country, oppressed by lack of certainty and
constance, in far terms, the mind will only
grasp fluttering corners of ghostly
vestments, thrown away from brimming
scenes, bustling energies, the youthful
grace modestly becoming, in excess of the
chase, it wavers, an inward mirage turning
a soft pirouette in stillness, blaming the
tyranny of movement decaying, in front
of me, the sun for setting, repetitively.
For this month’s poem postings, Kaleidoscope will highlight the work of a single contributor. Please enjoy a collection of 10 poems from the artist Cassandra Kulay.
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