Frederick Speers | Two Poems
Over the Heartlands
Freedom: Freedom! Freedom . . . freedom.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom:
Freedom (freedom (freedom, freedom)).
Freedom -- freedom -- freedom -- freedom.
Freedom: freedom! Freedom . . . freedom?
(Freedom (freedom, freedom) freedom).
Freedom/freedom? "Freedom." Freedom,
Freedom: freedom! Freedom . . . freedom.
Freedom - freedom: freedom, freedom?
(Freedom, freedom) (freedom, freedom).
Freed om/freedom, freedom/freedom.
"Freedom"? Freedom - freedom -- "freedom".
Freedom: freedom. Freedom . . . freedom!
((Freedom, freedom) freedom) freedom.
Opening Up to You, On the Other Hand, Reveals
Only the appearance of forever —
Reed after reed repeating. You are gone and there
I am again, my own reflection: face for my faces
Eyes for my eyes, tongue for my tongues — image
For my images, within the waters we can’t see through
To one another, noticing only what is
Manifest — moonlight, moonlight
Through mist, the mist also separating us from
Now (Skipping a stone) Where now ripples form
Through what — /Is thought — /About, what is — /Thought about, what
Is thought — about, what — is thought about — /What is
Thought about what is thought
All of it taking p lace, and taking us only so far
As the surface stills, with blue air —
When I hear you call once more from wherever you say you are