Three poems by Natalie Railoun

Poised Poems

they come to me when I am alone
driving
walking

places where another’s sound is pushed out by
the rush of wind or drone of an engine
spat away by the ocean spume
rustled out by south-easter leaves

clearing a space to make my own noise

 

Slinky

black cat, emerald eyes
small bandy legs stride steady
even debonair
bringing me your shrew gift
a devoted rub against my ankle
a cat wink smile

 

Bona fide

sunrise and sunset emerge the same
from the mouth of the shadow spectre

reality could be a hallucination
or worse

a
lie

*

naked in free fall
swindled, out of sparkles

but all light is one light
any warmth a savior
every hand gracious
every breath indebted

to the clouds in free verse
to the creature in free form

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