Three poems by David Banach

the sky sings a ballot for you

 

the sky sings a ballot for you
wings frozen flutter downward
clipped glitter floating flake
sunlight constrained in a box
internally reflected incident angles equal
law holding in even God’s light.

the sky sings a ballot for you
eternity marks its x in you.
infinite sky shines
newly unseen colors
only in your cramped spaces
the lights of a million stars
converge
upon
the confines of
your little
box.

the sky sings a ballot for you.
vote with each beat
of
your
heart.
with each breath break out
the black orthogonal lines
of your little self
cannot
contain
so vast an endorsement.

 

afternoon

 

the thrust of the crow’s cry
drives the truck
delivering pizza
down the narrow lane
neat plop of the round
stone
on the water’s surface
is danger to small children
swooping flock of birds
turbulence untamed
is a handful of thrown stones
scattering suspended
beyond our reach
wall of sand
thick and sloped
built up by slender fingers
lets
me
in
elbows jointed
jointly resting
on warm car roof
is love
and words
that do not come
and when I speak
your ears are radio
beacons
broadcasting
what I could not say
and an
island of weeds
in asphalt
square and
walled by rails
is a garden for our pain.
each moment
is
a metaphor
through which to see the next
and ending
means
beginning.

 

Punishment

 

all of us

each one

crave punishment

the swift fall of

the rod

on outstretched hand

curtailing possibility

the safety of prison walls

enclosing our aspirations

until we no longer notice

them

and

captivity

feels like

freedom

pain

obliterating thought

quenching desire

in its opposite

dissolution

release

oblivion

all granted

by the sweet closed

fist

of retribution

all love and

care

flying too close to the

immolating infinity of its object

swerves away

 

to the

void

to confinement

away from the

harsh glare

of

truth.

and the

heat

of

life

 

but Love itself

throwing open the doors and windows

sending forth the imprisoned tendrils of our being

exposed to sun and air, entwining themselves among the

organisms of a living world

pulling and tugging, moving outward to pull our very

entrails

out into the light, naked and helpless and exposed

no longer us and it

 

Love itself

is punishment

enough.

 

David Banach

 

David Banach teaches philosophy and literature at a small college in New Hampshire, United States. He edits a philosophy journal and a online cultural magazine for the college community where he teaches. David has published in philosophy, but has not been previously published in poetry, apart from local publications and performances at local events.

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3 thoughts on “Three poems by David Banach

  1. Awesome poems! Congratulations and keep publishing.

  2. brian says:

    nice. i really enjoyed these selections the second in particular, the opening line is tight. the last though conveys much truth…

  3. Omi says:

    Punishment spoke to me.

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