you are journeying On the road to your people Emptiness is here…. For barney bush My brother
How far the dream lasts This awakening in autumn Shadows at the edge…. Haiku From the stronghold © 2021 Lance Henson
As years ago now Flower petal on my boot Moonlit Glass of wine…. For li bo Chinese poet sixth century © 2021 Lance Henson
Clouds and wind song here The empty words of man drown In the burning sea…. © 2021 Lance Henson
Moth on ledge of light Hivigimah looks at you Nidonshiv Veho…. Moth on ledge of light Moth looks at you What are you doing white man…. Moth a transitional entity between shadow and light. © 2021 Lance Henson
What has turned In its darkness toward us…..a darkness that existed only Once….has returned…. Hanging moss above the creek where rippling waves of snake and minnow shiver into calm…. Those whose sins are all they keep etch their names on the wind shorn Rocks of ages… Bones of faces of fingers of breath blow past as dust…. Burning tapestries of light…. Entities. From the stronghold
A six year boy wrapped in gauze stares from one eye into An abyss As a child 100 years ago.... As a child 500 years ago.... A native child desperately runs from a school where priests and nuns Piously maim and rape In their gods name that screams more more From the abyss An abyss where a wind of horror screams long after the bones have dried Where a book burning with bloodied demons Whispers Of the last child who held it.... Where sorrow and rain is the cold soup of death... Abyss.... Gaza.... Canada…. America…. July 18 Lesina marina Italy © 2021 Lance Henson
Two of Lance's recent poems have been published online in the Love in the Time of Covid Chronicle. https://loveinthetimeofcovidchronicle.com/about/ Below is a link to the poems:
He also recites the poems in YouTube recordings hosted by the editors (links below)
A six year boy wrapped in gauze stares from one eye into An abyss As a child 200 years ago.... As a child 500 years ago.... An abyss where a wind of horror screams long after the bones have dried Where a book burning with bloodied words Whispers Of the last child who held it.... Where sorrow and rain is the cold soup of death... Abyss.... Gaza.... May18.21 Lesina marina Italy © 2021 Lance Henson
Snow filling ravens tracks
Near a fence row
Where the wind fell down….
Dripping wax inside the rain
Something weeping inside this wall
Silence and memory aching here….
In a winter wind storm near the woodshed
On a piece of wood where
Old ones passed….
Ghosted dreams fall out of our dreamtime
to sit among us….
© 2021 Lance Henson