A Fall Before Evening Poem by Laurence Overmire

Can I pull a poem out of the air
Like a magician
Catching coins
Or must I labor like Hercules
To topple the temples of the Gods
Into golden dust

I don't have a feeling for these slaughtered words
My mind half sleeping
Becomes its own allusion
A sacrifice too great for holy assurance

Break with me the rhyme of
Yesteryear
Find in the silent space between
Light and shadow
The pregnant thought that gives birth

To a language all its own.

~ Laurence Overmire

(Previously published in academici, Sept.2005; Flutter Poetry Journal, Jun-July 2008; Magic Poems, Papyrus Press LLC,2024)