From the archives – Another vessel, as seemed good — James S. Wilk

Another vessel, as seemed good

The pounding in your studio
is house-shakingly violent.

Dishes rattle and tumblers
quake in their cupboards.

You are angry and punishing
the clay tonight.

The chthonic aroma of powdered
earth and water tickles

my nostrils as I descend
the stairs to watch you work.

It’s astonishing how deliberate you are
as you remove air from the clay,

your fists swinging the way
a mason’s sledge strikes the chisel,

how you and the art are at once
elemental and humorous,

how blood and melancholia,
earth and water are transformed

in the alchemy of kiln and glaze,
how proportion means more

than the ratio of height to width,
how perfect comes from imperfect,

and how a cracked pot may
make the ideal vessel.

from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, September 5, 2016 — by James Wilk

Video thanks to All Satisfying

From the archives – Love Poem for R.R. — James S. Wilk


Love Poem for R.R.

I have Wile E. Coyoted you
so resolutely, so doggedly,
that in a second or two
I’ll notice my Acme® jet-pack

is spent and my skates are rolling
ungrounded. Instantly, physics
will take over, flinging me,
your Hard-headipus ravenus,

arrow-straight down the canyon
to the weeeeeeoooww of a slide
whistle, a dot turned to dust
with a thud, only to extricate

my carcass from a coyote-shaped
crater, straighten my accordion
snout, pluck cactus from my ass,
and chase you all over again.

from Autumn Sky Poetry 14 — by James S. Wilk

Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim