Omens of Forever (a poem by Stephen John Kalinich)
My good friend, world-renowned poet Stephen J. Kalinich was kind enough to forward this poem to me. Enjoy and learn more about SJK here: http://www.stephenjohnkalinich.co.uk/
OMENS OF FOREVER
Omens predictions
and exchanges
only sorrow sees its own face
in the image
in the mirror
ignites compassion
and sacred trust
We view but through
a dim lens
this vastness
the impeccable beauty
of a single rose
half in bloom
among thorns
grand eloquence shines
etched in each sharp deep cut
of blood freshly drawn
with quiet gestures
we hold on to transparent
fleeting clouds
until
the symphonic culminates
where the end is near
and we face our limitation
idle disconnected
grow jaded
while the quartets
the cellos
violins violas play
the final chords
while poets quote phrases
that do not really capture
what this living is
fragile existence
has had its evening
goes into forever stillness
and weeps
for questions
are never answered
and only wisdom
watches
rescinds its invitation
vacillates
between here
and far away
for death is always
here in everything
and the derelicts
need no words
disguised
a hand reaches
out to you
that you do not touch
goodbye
goodbye
chills you
to the gut
kills you
vile circumstance
suffers long
why do we behold
for such a brief
glory
what
one may never find
a meaning
in the howl of the
vagabond
on Alameda
the call of the wild
gives up its soul
but not without
a might struggle
oh divine justice
to be a part
of the madness
and the triumph
to transcend physicality
to go quickly into
the eternal without fear
or hesitation
holding the last fragments
of this sweet journey
in a grace
we never quite understand
I want to blend into it
become a part of the tapestry.
Stephen John Kalinich
C.2012
Thanks, Stevie! xoxo