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Visions

By Ruth Asch
Visions

White peacock with tail of cloud and flame

sweeps before us

through blue wilderness

a pillared neck and unseen eye.

I have been gifted to see visions;

not to understand.

Moon unscrolls with lambent plea

her pictograms of smoke

before my darkened face . . .

Should I seek interpretations?

Too late; like winking stars

or wind-borne dust,

motes of memory

in light dispersing . . .

only

blank words like stones

memorial and graceless

are left standing

in the shadow of the sun.  

Copyright © 2018 by Ruth Asch.

shortlink: dogb.us/visions

          
Ruth Asch
Ruth Asch is a Piltdown Review Featured Poet for September 2018. She is the author of the collection Reflections (Saint Austin Press, 2009). Her many poems have appeared in Peacock Journal, Ghazal Page, Bamboo Hut, Mediterranean Poetry, Poetry Atlas, Classical Poets Society, Poetry Repairs, and elsewhere. Her short prose has been seen in Flash Fiction, Peacock Journal and Not One of Us. A wife, mother, and teacher, she grew up in London, England, lived some years in France, and is currently resident in Spain.

               

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