Before the Bridges Fell #18: Rumors of Candles by David L O’Nan – poetry

Rumors of Candles

I drive into the unknowing 
Sad seashells floating over eroding beaches.
Sorrow, what is going on?
Visiting day in, exit the day out
Not understanding if she’ll be alright
At the end of the day.
Light another candle.

A welting heartbeat
Dries in the black space resting 
In the wilderness that slits in the harmony of the free.
The city became a past breeze.
And my dying breath was to be consumed by all.
The pariahs, the coyotes, the running bulls just run
Fly, dry up and eaten by the desolation.
Light another candle and soar to sleep.

Heaven is here, it is Tuesday
When the sun supposed to become patchwork over the diseased land.
An impotent daffodil.
I watched as the wind shattered the sound.
And I pretend I am the only one around.
In a field full of burning flowers.
Light another candle, and sit for hours.   Roasted and stoned.

I wanted you in silence, I wanted you in my heart.
To beat the death out of it, as my mind was falling apart.
My wishes are mistakes that the stars already know to be.
Invented to make me feel invisible in the stream.
So, I feel this way, May the stars dissipate and live miles away.
I wouldn’t have to reach so close.
Light another candle and fade over the moon.

The bridges lay still for the painting.
The river drowns over itself and boats lights become blinding.
Loud birds in the distance warn of the river’s turning.
The ugliness of the rusting water, floating sticks with raindrops spitting down.
I pretend to be a former vision of myself.
How long until the wicked apple appears?
To take me away with a million hands to hold.
I leave up and down, bobbing heads with the catfish of this damn river!
Overlooking factories, pushing my body slowly through the cracks.
I’d rather not taste the hell below these tides.
The lights begin getting darker in this river as midnight blows in with the Owls swoop.
The homeless watch as I blow out the last candle. And wave away the smoke.

*first published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal

Poem #3 from Before the Bridges Fell by David L O’Nan : “They Had Sadness in Their Eyes (like in Littleton)” – poetry

Interview with EIC David L O’Nan with Anastasia Abboud on Grains of Sand : About how I write, my weird thoughts and a few of my revised Cohen Avalanches in Poetry Poems.

Before the Bridges Fell #16: In 1961…In 1961 by David L O’Nan – poetry

Before the Bridges Fell #15 : A Pond Full of Stars by David L O’Nan – poetry

Before the Bridges Fell #11: The Devil’s Beach Sonnets by David L O’Nan -poetry

Before the Bridges Fell #10 : Everyone is Kerouac by David L O’Nan – Poetry

Before the Bridges Fell #9 by David L O’Nan : Living in This Toxic Coalmine – poetry first on Icefloe Press

Before the Bridges Fell Poem #8 by David L O’Nan   “Those Hazels, They Slice” – poetry first published on IceFloe Press.

poem #5 Before the Bridges Fell : Fevers of the Mind to Inspire Artwork Series (2009) by David L O’Nan – poetry

Poem #4 “Before the Bridges Fell” by David L O’Nan Remembering Carol Andersen

Poem #2 from Before the Bridges Fell by David L O’Nan :Black Jackets and Boneless- Poetry

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1


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