Ric Carfagna

from Symphony No. 13
(deconstructed idyll idol)

13

A light
is a fate
returned to
at birth
scrub brush
at a creek’s edge
dust in a corner
room
and a stairway
ascending
into darkness


18

And the linearity
in this lack
of spatial relations
tracing smaller circles
on tapestries
hung from walls
             or an abstract
          gamelan sounding
       at dusk
a mood intruding
“this shell of self”
is not
       death but
the accumulative stare
of eyeless crows in sleep


26

Voices interred
     behind cemetery gates
blood from sutures
   and statuary
        torn by wind
“we are of little use
     to the universe”
little lives
taken by drought
or death
   ( a lion)
entangled
     in the weeds

Ric Carfagna was born and educated in Boston Massachusetts. He is the author of numerous collections of poetry, most recently: Symphonies Nos. 5, & 9 published by White Sky Books-
https://archive.org/details/SymphonyNo.5_175
http://www.lulu.com/us/en/shop/ric-carfagna/symphony-no-9/paperback/product-21128532.html

He lives in rural central Massachusetts with his wife, cellist Mary Carfagna and daughters, Emilia and Aria.
 
 
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