Seven Little Poems of Visions
by
Radiance Angelina Petro
The first, the last, within
the sea. Delighted ghosts
of eternal wildness walk
upon shores, upon waves,
like veils in the breeze.
***
It began—heavenly,
luminous, a confusion
of light upon waves,
and the people, awake
in the morning, changed
into sky.
***
A strange flower lived
many years. The ancient
spirit had nine sisters
gathered in one child.
***
The old woman with animals
in her head, refused to grow
dark until dawn. She went out–
a question arising, fluttering–
a dark cloak let go to anywhere.
***
An angel and a lion–
right and left—saw everything–
the brilliant future in life,
in death, in the unconquerable
love of riddles. The solution,
she thought, is to walk past them
both, it makes no difference
in the end.
***
I found myself plunged
in rays of light—every road
rose out of the deep–
my soul limped along,
and everywhere was morning
and the first day, and the hour
sweet and wild before me.
***
Spirits howling, turning
as one mass, spreading, and wrestling
for form, and the angel said,
getting closer: “Remember
you are beyond before. There are
enough animal bodies for us all.”