Poetry: Dead Uncertainty by Sam Barbee
by Sam Barbee
at times is called a flicker.
is sifted with silver.
The pulse on the end of a candle
Today’s implacable myth
Leaves chasing gusts about the yard
Translucence baptizing the puddle
at times is called cruelty.
ripens false positive.
is termed pilgrimage.
Doves’ refusal to flee against squall
A pearl of sand in the shell’s crotch
The tall boy with jeweled lobes
Tune conjoined to an impending hello
at times is called emulsion.
can be christened harsh.
Tempera whisking wedge of horizons
Innuendos as you include me
Garnish sprinkled on my white plate
Reticence on a tongue’s confession
never reveals presumption.
will be known as craving.
can be called turbulence.
at times it is phenomenal.
Passion tilting the sullied halo
Syntax twisting the crime of clarity
Coffee steaming in a brunet mug
When you offer a phenomenal embrace
About the author
Sam Barbee’s poems have appeared Poetry South, The NC Literary Review, Crucible, Asheville Poetry Review, The Southern Poetry Anthology VII: North Carolina, Georgia Journal, Kakalak, and Pembroke Magazine, among others; plus on-line journals Vox Poetica, Sky Island Journal, Courtland Review and The New Verse News.
His second poetry collection, That Rain We Needed (2016, Press 53), was a nominee for the Roanoke-Chowan Award as one of North Carolina’s best poetry collections of 2016. He was awarded an “Emerging Artist’s Grant” from the Winston-Salem Arts Council to publish his first collection Changes of Venue (Mount Olive Press); has been a featured poet on the North Carolina Public Radio Station WFDD; received the 59th Poet Laureate Award from the North Carolina Poetry Society for his poem “The Blood Watch”; and is a Pushcart nominee.
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