Christopher Stark Poems
- 1. The Tempest Dawn
In the tempest dawn I lay awake
An hour from which a soul might take
A dream of deep passion, in its sleep!
Stay a spirit in its sacred keep
- 2. Time
Cannot be given away, impossible to keep
Hours, minutes, seconds spill ceaselessly
Into a vacuum of nothingness
Only to be renewed through the black hole of
- 3. The Man Who Knows
What if there were a man who knew your last day?
What witchcraft is this! What sorcery at play?
No one knows this I beg, thus nor can he
Confound him his devilish trickery!
- 4. Perhaps You Are Right
No, no, not the fast kind of Race,
the color kind of Race!, the man said.
Oh, "I see," said the flower,
"Flowers love color!" Flower offered.
- 5. Tears At The Terminus Of Excess
Oh cry for hubris,
Cry gorgeous ignorance
Cry callous bravado
Bitter tears at the terminus of excess
- 6. Jumpers Rock
Stones jut reckless in this lonely place
above the trees, nearer to space
Initials veined, but one last time
Thoughts affixed, oh selfish crime!
- 7. The Ashes Of Life Spent
vast unsung mass of humanity, in their end,
beautiful in their number
reduce to tepid sentimentality.
Songs adored, words that moved us
- 8. Child Of The Moment
I am a child of the moment
Future false and past unfolded.
Ignoble pain turn friendly caller
Slumbers fear a gauzy wraith
- 9. Wisdom Of Beauty
Crinkly, and narrower than ever before
noon light makes for watery squints,
each passing season clarity flints
but wisdom of beauty refined so much more