Outlaw Poets
Outlaw Poets is an inclusive electronic publication produced by Studio Appalachia and features poetry and art by the Outlaw Poets Group. Contact studioappal@gmail.com for more information.
Wednesday, November 20, 2024
The Permanent Guest [16.08.24]
When I Feel:Wordplay:H-DOT
Embrace of the Night
Laughter and whispers spin like pearls,
A vibrant scene, a colorful swirl,
In the heart of a world where joy unfurls.
Dancing and twirling through the warm, buzzing night,
With pulsating beats that propel them higher,
Each moment a spark, each glance a fire.
A playful embrace where the spirit unfolds,
Connection ignites in this carnival space,
Every touch a reminder of love’s sweet grace.
In the dance of the night, together they thrive,
A tapestry woven with courage and pride,
In a realm where no secrets need to be hied.
In the harmony found in the joy that it brings,
For in this wild dance, under starlit skies,
True beauty is found in the joy of the ties.
Here I sit
The Farewell…
the ivory mask
This Sense
“It’s friggin’ nuts, Thanksgiving is two
weeks away,” he said as we drank coffee
waking up to hunt. He’s thirty, I’m seventy-two.
My sense of time moving in seasons
and Thanksgiving and Christmas and
Easter. Those matters of return not in
the linear realm of one year then another.
But therein lies the mystery of time
and eternity, the Janus-faced god,
the one who looks behind-ahead simultaneously.
I am an old man, he a young man.
He hunts where I no longer go.
The body not matched to the desires of the heart,
dreams impossible to follow that still come
to me. I suppose this is called aging,
this sense of time passing, the return of seasons,
this sipping coffee in the morning,
the conversations in the dark before the hunt begins.
-Byron Hoot
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