The Fog Forms

April 1, 2016

 

The sun’s great burst has kept your room in shade.
The fog forming on the cliffs
could supplant any old beauty below

with either daffodils or poison ivy.
So you must close your eyes now and listen for
the heart-pounding sound of the woman who lives in you.

We are not all actors turned to cynics on the stage.
Some feet will fit the shoes of another
and some eyes will just see through morning dew

to what is due in old age. You can’t turn off the light.
You will not die tonight, only sleep together as one:
one will, one heart, one mind, one ingenious lie:

the best books are old books—
the books that are made to get old,
the books that get old and cracked

the books that get dirty with coco powder,
yet maintain a certain friendliness,
to get dog-eared agai

by someone who wishes to return again
to find that exact quote as the fog forms,
and the daylight turns slowly into shadows.

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2 Responses to “The Fog Forms”

  1. extrasimile Says:

    Hi Thomas
    Yes, I am feeling pretty good these days—given that PD is always there and always keeps me on some sort of edge. But one survives—and many have much worse situations to cope with.
    Clarity, huh? Now there’s a virtue [it is a virtue, isn’t it?] I never even considered. I guess it is—though I think it is something the reader brings to the text—only to do battle with said text. Wisdom, comfort, and a turn—thanks, thanks and thanks.
    By the way, I listened to your poetry reading. You have quite a commanding voice. Very nice stuff, and it does open a little door in to that internet person Thomas Davis. Is there the text to these poem on the web site?
    I’m listening Arvo Part’s Tabula Rasa while writing this. Do you know his music? It’s quite extrodinary.
    Jim

  2. Thomas Davis Says:

    The clarity in this is really unusual for you Jim. It is another lyric, and I love it. There is irascible truth:
    The fog forming on the cliffs
    could supplant any old beauty below
    with either daffodils or poison ivy.

    There is wisdom:
    We are not all actors turned to cynics on the stage.
    Some feet will fit the shoes of another
    and some eyes will just see through morning dew
    to what is due in old age.

    There is comfort:
    You can’t turn off the light.
    You will not die tonight, only sleep together as one:
    one will, one heart, one mind

    But then the turn: “one ingenious lie:” which leads to the metaphor of book as human being:
    the best books are old books—
    the books that are made to get old,
    the books that get old and cracked

    the books that get dirty with coco powder,
    yet maintain a certain friendliness,
    to get dog-eared agai

    by someone who wishes to return again
    to find that exact quote as the fog forms,
    and the daylight turns slowly into shadows.

    There is darkness as well as light, beauty, and truth in here. The final line is ominous, a line from old age contemplating shadows in the future. Life is filled with lyric, light and dark, and truths that are difficult to contemplate and truths that are comforting. I hope you are well Jim.


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