Friday, April 17, 2015

Three Poems by William G. Davies, Jr.


There are blossoms
strewn across the chair
where you were sitting
last night talking to me
and now, lovely reminders
of your sentences reincarnated.


The birds, lithe
on the new snow
buoyant as channel markers
in a vast, white sea.
They bob;
red, blue, black.


The trees are lesions
on new snow
the way Beelzebub
diminishes God's beauty
one mirage at a time.

William G. Davies, Jr. will have a collection, "Before There Were Bones," published by Prolific Press in 2015.

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