Poetical Web Project 2
Within Lines
by Dale Kirby
The outlines of the islands
have faded into the obscurity of smog
again today.
The clarity of yesterday is
eaten away by the acid sky.
No matter how true our step
the world is maligned with many ways
contrary to our own.
Who are we to say?
We who are to question.
When the boys wrote that
the words of the prophet
were written
on a subway wall
They predicted well
and a sad prophecy it has become.
tag lines of the dispossessed
unparented teens
acting up, acting out
the ignorant rebellions of despair
and petty ego.
Parents whose various dependencies
outweigh the dependent upon them.
Impotent love buried
in the minutiae of
incompetent living.
And a society whose misspent youth
empties the coffers of the
injustice system while filling
the corporate accounts of
the purveyers of style without substance.
Expectations run high
Run long
Run through alleys and under
troubled bridges crumbling
from their lack of trafficking
in the human discipline
of active love
Not so much tough
as tenacious.
Repent! The beginning
is at hand.
by Dale Kirby
Sometimes I lapse in life into
the role of clerk of my existence.
I become receptive to
the vicious 'tudes
of the petty bourgeousie.
I play the doldrummed role,
long ours and low paid
of the minor bureaucratic aside.
Then I reach down deep
and boot-strap
my hide-and-seek
psyche into ecstatic action.
I find myself on a role
of self-control...
entrepreneur again
of the soul in action
Twelve dolphins danced
across the calm sea surface
this morning.
A dozen dolphins showed
the tip of the iceberg
of their existence.
More dolphins than people
peopled the sandscape--
1 fisherman, 2 surfers
and us.
We humans observed
from 3 different perspectives--
sand, sea-sand and sea
their advance.
My only regret was
that I had no dance to do.
So in pale imitation
of the ocean
I waved.
Channel Islands
seemingly isolate
yet part of a chain
of sibling islands
set on the same ground
upon which I run
and
through my seeing
a strand of the web
of my believing
even when they are sites
unseen.
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