Trying to hear the poem…

I can’t hear a poem anymore
with the sky covered so quickly;
can you speak through this cloudy dissonance?
can we hear, as we are.
i’m trying to hear your poems, but
so much interference
black noise on rivers
whole city’s silenced
black outs everywhere… earthquakes fear, mainly fear instead of Love.
i’m trying to hear your poem Lord and
friend
i’ll transmit it,
i promise.
Let me be
your cup of tea
in the dark.
Let me be
something you enjoy
at the end of the night.

One of my mentors ice climbed waterfalls with me. He must’ve knew i’d need it in this season…..wrote a little slant poem for him today…

My teacher and i ice climbing waterfalls once…

half way up, iced over
water fall cliff clime, Berkshires in rhyme, us;
we ate lunch as men, in time together half way up…
hanging there, on our particular hooks,
vulnerable as leaders are; just then, a willow or wren passed, at least, or hawk’s relief flew through; something regardless (which i can’t recall fully), flew above us;
that teaching is still in my bones my mentor friend.
Ice climbing waterfall in winter with you, went in.