Jonathan Beale- Two Poems

The moment divining

The moment divining

Diving, - again still the same

Losses are- unaccounted for

As the invisible acid eats

Foaming the spumes catalyst

Shows breeding maggots in light and dark

Endlessly still they weave

Eating away monyana monyana

Old guys on the edge:  fish

Their lines are a Rasa d'être

The end is a - the death fathomed

Still is never

Mossed bark where love marks left

Leave no love. Leaving- punctuation

Breathe against the dank day’s failure  

Breath. Chance before ….before   

The greening days sinking

The greening days sinking

Hollow moments.

The eagles’ eye: Drawn. Watches

A universal stillness

Then seasons drop and colour. Death.

The stillness become rigid

Rigamortised –

                        In a light

            Bloods still affect –

A drunken mode

The days still greening above the brown

The bark drags

             The aging smoke musty

Still drifting along

The light flirtingly makes the spring summer

The want is in the eye

The greening days

                                                Sinking

Is still the greening day

                                                And so sinks

And the greening day

                                                Is gone

                                                Is gone

And will remain

                           Gone