Winberi — a poem

Originally sold to the Anglican Theological Review; featured in my forthcoming "Concrete in Watercolor" collection.

For the NYC poetry festival, where I’ll be tabling and reading both days, I’m releasing a new poetry collection called Concrete in Watercolor. It will focus more on free verse poems and metrical poems in contrast to the alliterative meter I focused on for The Greenwood Poet, but the subject matter will be the concrete and steel of NYC. Think of it as romantic urban development. You can order directly from me on Ingram for $5 less than everywhere else, ensuring at the same time I get treble the royalty:

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Winberi

The contingency of things tames the most prideful:
How source of sources seals the mind
And the origin of all origins is the sweet
Behind my smoothie. For the Huckleberry’s life
Came from its elders: coming pistulas
To stamen the seeds. See the fruit
Blooming from bees by Bach as he writes?
Or Vivaldi’s rite vernal beside
The Huckleberry bush? How can a plant 
Dead for ages deed being
To my smoothie’s sweet? See: the gift
Of existence zips ziggurats like hot
Pants and folds the pleats so the feats
Of slaves and pharaohs slackens to nothing
And we realize at every red moment
The green and golden gifts and details 
Of the little lives we lead can fade
Into nothing as such. Nearer my God 
To Thee cries the thick açai
Berry and ice in the brazen sun
Before it sinks, before I sips
the binding rings, Precious.

The contingency of things tames the most me.

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PROMPT: Write a poem in the comments using the words “concrete,” “watercolor", and “huckleberry.”