Close your eyes
to the sound of bells
ringing in the trees,
to the voices speaking
from thunder eggs,
opals and green jade;
let them inhabit
the shadows
where they can’t
be seen;
let them glow
in the radiance
of long forgotten
pillars of ice.
Cry in an imaginary voice
to the singers
inhabiting the obelisks
of the sun,
of the craven moon,
lapsing into invisibility
while the founders
of midnight
grasp vainly
at the sounds of nothing.
Bio:
Jack e Lorts lives in rural eastern Oregon & has published widely, if infrequently, over the years in such places as The Poetry Village, Poetry NI, 4 X 4, Haggard and Halloo, Misfit, Tipton Poetry Journal, etc. Author of three earlier chapbooks, his "The Love Songs of Ephram Pratt" was published in 2019 by Uttered Chaos Press.