Poetry of James Gibbons

Welcome

jamesgibbons — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 20:21:26 +0000

Hello. I hope you enjoy the poetry you read on this site.

-James Gibbons

The Import of Words and By Other Means

jamesgibbons — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 22:12:05 +0000

Castles stately on watch, they seem to mean something
When holding high ground
Some are foreboding
It’s not a matter of mortar and hard stones

The sun in afternoon Denmark, dying
It leaves a door open
The expression it’s giving
is integral to something,

like a pale artifice of a moon
a transit
In ink blank surfeiting
a mirror remorseless.

Words in the night, or most anytime,
they chiefly constrain, but

a butterfly in
sunlight or even inside
shadow
Explains better.

Untitled (in the morning)

jamesgibbons — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 22:06:43 +0000

In the morning
it rains
The debris is in my
hair, it is part of me
And it becomes me, as
my style is befitting
the monochromatics of the night.
The many tiny drops
duplicate
As they resonate;
searching for sanctuary.
In the waking day.