After the Wine Drunk
by Louis E. Bourgeois
All things make you sad.
The orange light
on the horizon,
the black stone
underfoot,
the crosses on the hilltop,
the September wind blowing
against the granite tombs.
The broken gate in the photograph
is only where you were,
no longer is green
a destiny for you.
Lucidity of all things is haunting you.
The pines seem taller than they were –
the ochre in the sky seems painted.
You follow women into a night
of pure oblivion.
Transgression loses
its meaning in dirty light.
You succumb to all things at once,
as a bat leaving its cave
surrenders to the sky.
Gravity never seemed so
suffocating
or the dark woods
so dangerous.
A coldness moves up your chest
and your mind begins to ache.
You see the meaning in all things.
Everywhere an image
brighter than before,
the pigeons keep falling
into dark fields
then rising up again
into the emerald light.
January 19th, 2006 at 8:17 pm
Just heard Louis read some of his poetry at Middle Georgia College in Cochran, Georgia USA.
I had never been to a live poetry reading before. I am
impressed with Louis’s ability to paint his images with
language. I am 72 years old, and am having a ball as
a college student. I have been writing for many years; Now, I am taking a creative writing course to learn how.
Good Job Louis
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