Thursday, June 14, 2012

Two Poems by Neil Ellman

Elegy for Charles Bukowski

Much said
so many
   words from an open wound
              biting hard
           teeth on flesh
       till more than words
           consonants torn
            from bone
          and every day
spoke as if the world were
spit inquisitions of the soul
drowned in sacraments
     of wine
and then
the end
on staggering feet
still unrhymed.

All Saints I

(after the painting by Wassily Kandinsky)
Out of nothingness
the shape of air
kissing soundless lips
the saints of exasperation
red yellow blue
no shape
no words
endless prayers
to empty space

Neil Ellman lives and writes in New Jersey. With almost 500 published poems to his credit, his work appears throughout the world, from Australia to Zimbabwe. The latest of his eight chapbooks, Convergence and Conversion, is just out from The Knives Forks and Spoons Press in the United Kingdom.

1 comment:

  1. Neil's poetry is lovey in form and sound. The first poem, "Elegy for Charles Bukowski," is particularly pleasing. "spit inquisitions of the soul / drowned in sacraments" Nice! Write on!