Two Poems by Arthur Turfa

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Two Poems

by

Arthur Turfa

 

The Conversation

 

Several years after the break

we stood together near the house

early on a summer evening

as the sun slid into western skies.

There we reflected on past years,

expressed mutual remorse

(at first so tentatively)

because the wounds had been healed.

 

Searching the wreckage of it all,

we salvaged enough to move onward

along separate but often parallel paths.

 

Thousands of miles behind me,

tens of thousands awaiting me,

we started the process of becoming

the people we were intended to be

even though the horizon was hazy.

 

Times and places slip away

softly and inexorably from us.

At times several chords on an acoustic

bring back walking over hills

or a sprawling campus.

For fleeting moments we are again

as we were but did not remain.

Far better to be who we have become,

to realize that it was better because

we stood together near the house

early on a summer evening

as the sun slid into western skies.

 

Precession of the Equinox: Polaris Shifts

 

Slightly tending westward, gradually

the lodestar  yields to its successor

as a new Astrological Age begins.

A residual memory, following me

from the Planetarium in Junior High.

Polaris’ replacement will then

give direction to new future stargazers.

 

One of the last young people to escape

from Kensington’s web of snarling streets

and elevated train lines, you seized your chance.

You became our Polaris, colorful in action

and attire, caring and cajoling, steadying

us to be the people you knew we could become.

 

Across the county or continent, we returned

and you greeted us, gloried in those returns.

As colleagues we spoke when storms neared,

and I kept your counsel in sight toward calm waters.

 

Now I know you began your precession,

stepping aside, though not then out of view.

Some of us search for you, exchanging pieces

that do not always fit together.

Second-hand accounts, some leading closer,

others in contradiction, point to a lodestar

that no longer shines in our heavens.

 

Every so often I scan the spreading stars

for our Polaris, until comes the realization

we are now lodestars for ourselves,

for stargazers we need to steady, for those

who receive the light as we did once

while scanning skies for our Polaris.

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3 thoughts on “Two Poems by Arthur Turfa

    kgbethlehem said:
    June 6, 2014 at 11:52 pm

    Reblogged this on kgbethlehem and commented:
    Greetings everyone and welcome to another edition of Friday Night Poetry Corner #30 (yes the big 30 to which i just entered myself lol)–
    Any way, here are two intriguing yet unique poems by Arthur Turfa. First one is called “The Conversation” and the second one “Precession of the Equinox: Polaris Shifts.” I enjoyed both of theses joints and hopefully you will as well. This poet was featured on ATLPOETICS blog and if you have the time, stop by the blog and read other fine poets. Thank you for visiting and if you are writing, drawing, painting, oral speech making, etc…
    Creativity by with you!

    kgbethlehem said:
    June 7, 2014 at 12:03 am

    I really enjoyed these poems. If you don’t mind I wanted to feature them in my poetry corner. I will reblogged your post so readers who come and read my blog will have the opportunity to visit yours as well. I read other works on your blog; ATL has some nice poets!

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