Tag Archives: Formal Poetry

The Gorgeous Dead – Jacob T. Reilly

               The Gorgeous Dead           A Poem for My Brother Peter When the air cuts you quick like Orion’s sword, Flickering, gleaming, brightly brandished stars, Hunt  the rimed heavens for Venus then Mars, Bodies that blaze in teeming crystal hordes Of Boreas, for if you stay awake And vigilant for long enough at night, The mortified blades, […]

Oranges – A Poem for my Sister Madeline…

                         Oranges      A Poem for Madeline, my Loving Sister ORANGES are sticky-sweet and oh so bright. I think that God to make them plucked the sun From off the sky so blue and at sunset’s light Did squeeze and shake until the deed was done, Until He juiced that luminary orb And sprinkled droplets over earth […]

A Worthless Sonnet Here I Fling to You

A worthless sonnet here I fling to you, For no mere play of measured words in rhyme Could ever finish what I hope to do, Could speak His beauty, awful and sublime. When God decided on the seventh day To rest Himself, and all His labors quit, He took the pen that scribbled out His […]

There is a looking glass beyond the sea

There is a looking glass beyond the sea That shows her subject many secret things, The things that are, the things that yet may be, And memories from long forgotten springs. Go looking for this mirror if you dare; It’s hidden underneath a castle wall. Go look indeed at beauties, rich and fair. But don’t […]

I built a palace on the coastal sand

I built a palace on the coastal sand With towers hanging o’er the crashing sea, It was the throne I dreamt that it would be. I thought I’d found my home and native land. But as the Sun sank lower in the west It freed the winds of the Black Orient, And every stone was […]

Spelunking – Jacob T. Reilly

     Spelunking Give me amnesia. Lifeis lived in the forgetting, notas that sage man, in the world’s youthonce thought, in remembrance.The world’s a cave, into whichthe entering is all the differenceand not the emergence fromas I once thought.It’s what we make of darkness, notas a space for us to bring the light,but as a […]

There Comes A Time – Jacob T. Reilly

There Comes A Time There comes a time so like the times before when the diseased dove croaks its last coo and the live-oak stills dead so like the times before but for the will to live a time to dig one’s roots deeper still quell the blight by forcing one more heart beat to […]