FACING THE FURNACE

Lost in an alchemical dream
ablaze in an alchemical fire
bleached into redness
reddened into whiteness
blanched into readiness
whitened into clarity
washed into purity
stretched and racked
over blackened coals
over reddened embers
awash with wounds
wounded by the word
powered by the phoenix
creeping and crawling
into hidden corners
smoldering silently

bound in a furnace
born out of ashes
stirred and boiled
in a cauldron
mourned and mashed
into pulp
stretched across windows
strewn over clouds
covered by lightness
covered by closeness
hidden from causes
extracted from water
exploded from fire
we tunnel like moles
fermented with molds
making new wine
making new medicines
healing old wounds
laying wounded and worn
enlightened and shorn
from an internal weather
and a sense of whether
or knots.

© charlie elkind 10/28/99
STATUARY
SEQUOIA'S

Provoked
memories
lost images
of mammoth trees
mighty and majestic
with shagged barks
and silent songs.
Upward I pondered
seeing heaven camouflaged
and dancing, I stand enthralled
looking up at mottled spires
meeting, bowing
as I stare and stair
at nature's
one-eyed Cyclops.
These wooden giants
alive, mute, and full
stand surviving
as titan towers
torn pages
like leftover leaves from
ancient calendars
that fly bye
in a
panoramic
procession
through ages
and ages of
etched
endurance.

© charlie elkind 10/25/99
A CHILD OF DEATH

I had become a man
to the child who was now my father.
His remaining rest reminded me of a
brightened flower bed
that had reached the end of summer.
His petals, colored in Autumn brown
hung mostly wrinkled
and laid strewn within his crib and bib of
white.

His speech was babbled
with innocent incoherent thoughts -
his mouth, once a tunnel, that spit out
a tickle of dry humor
was now shrunken and parched gray -
I fondly recall a day before
how I held his head
and wetted and raked across
this same dry tongue
with a lollipop shaped sponge.

Those last few days I talked with Pop,
quietly inside
trying not to rattle him
as we went over his final passport.
Towards the finale,
the family and Dad waited for my brother
to arrive from upstate --
his whole lineage now lingered
as he weakly gasped a last commanding cry
then gently opened his closed eyes --
his life now laying cold on his warm pillow.

© charlie elkind 12/10/1999
MONDAY MORN

awakening
to another red Monday
looking within, without
i arch myself forward
to meet
the plastered white sky above.

stalled at the edge of my day,
for just a moment,
then i spring up
maneuvering my way
to my morning shelves, and shower -
refreshing, splashing, sloshing -
with a sunrise lathering song
fragrant with slaps of soap
and scents of dawn's dew.

a renewal -
this wash, this water
cascading down
restoring, rejuvenating --
like the sun's early rays
opening on the horizon --
washing away
into secret puddles
the remnants of our weekend's
nightly dreams.

© charlie elkind 10/30/2000
INDEX
CIRCLING AROUND

Circling around
continuously moving,
moving
coming back to beginnings
turning
moving
dancing around
each turn the same -
but new
we can't eat the same meal twice,
our appetites circle around our plates
as we wander around -
waiting for dessert.

charlie elkind
BUBBLEBEE

Fisherman on stream
buzzing as tuna go by
looking for a can.

charlie elkind 1999
WAITING FOR THE LIGHT
TO TURN

Standing at a crosswalk
we wonder if it will be
red or green
or perhaps a flashing, fleeting yellow
summoning us forward
hailing us onward
without a particular caution or care.

 WALK
 DON'T WALK
 WALK
does it really matter.

We still have to buy new shoes
after a time,
after a journey
after a long days travel
the "souls" of our feet
become calloused and cold.

The passing cars sail by
drifting without water or waves.
The drivers all intent
to get to their next appointed round
without a plan
without a plot,
and then depart again
to their final destination.

© charlie elkind 10/03/2002
A CELL-EBRATION OF LIFE

silent notes of crystallized music
majestically motivated to movement.

a hidden spiraling dance of life -
whorling, whirling
within every atom.

veiled in wisdom,
its invisible clarion call,
secretly heralds
a disguised symphony
of invisible beauty
and stately order.

imbibed with innate harmony, it
scientifically circumambulates,
in measured moves
around a pivotal point of light.

its echoing interconnections
intones, infuses, ensouls
all the eye beholds
while tenuously traveling
through trestled temples of
inner terrains.

© charlie elkind 2/27/1999
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