Buiding a Telescope

voices
tell my brother
to build
a giant eye
he obeys
and stands grinding

night
after
night
he is
bent over
hands together
you’d think
he’s praying

where I crouch
from top
the stairs
I hear
the
whisper
of
glass
on
glass
his evening ritual

around
and
around
his hands
make a
circle
making a
giant
eye

I know
what he’s doing
I want to do it too

he’s making stronger glasses
to peer into the night

he wants to see aliens

I want to see God

together we
will pull down the night
examine the darkness and
see what it hides

© 2004 Nancy Rakoczy.
All Rights Reserved

Good Friday

death is a door
Love entered for us
removing the locks
and gave us the key

In death’s fiery furnace
Love’s waiting there
truth’s heavy sword
cuts heart soul and mind

death’s raging fire
is Love’s cleansing flame
the victim no victim
outwitting the dark

in death’s scribbled book
the world’s sorrows writ large
Love restores chapters
wrest from death’s left hand

to death’s extreme answer
comes Love’s firm reply
new life springs up
midst the dust smoke and ash

Love’s final question
demands our reply
can sorrow get peace
will peace replace ire

© 2001 Nancy Rakoczy.
All Rights Reserved

Snake's Loose!

That two-headed
monster known as
Larry&Rick
have let
Shshshsheila
out of her cage and
she’s S-curved
up splintery cellar stairs
and double S-curved
up scratchy carpet stairs
it’s lunch time
and Shshshsheila’s
deeply hungry

Squivering
slithering
shshshsh-ing
double S-curving
under rugs
double S-curving beneath
kitchen table legs
and double-S’ing
around and around
the kitchen table
heads up family
snake’s loose!

Dad’s at the table
slurping and burping
up the vinegar black pepper
chili and tobasco
head cheese his Saturday treat
silent S-curve Shshshsheila
figure eights beneath his chair
to watch and wait for lunch
to come out of its
quivering corner

read the rest of it in
Tales with Tails!

© 2006 Nancy Rakoczy.
All Rights Reserved

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