Gregory Gunn’s most recent poem to appear here was Legacy (July 2012).
Lake Accord
By Gregory Gunn
Yawning waters within range.
Could stop harbouring any feeling.
Gaping lake waters, my love,
we might cease sympathizing,
could quit identifying with the spirit
but neither dagger nor sword
pulled from their sheathes
of misfortune setting sights on;
how tentatively we all immerse
this licentious laying on of hands.
First and foremost heels then legs.
The gracious bombshells bosom
up to mouth and forehead,
the spinal column of purifying;
faith healing and unfathomable
waters affecting. We may well
abandon provisional admitting,
we shall quell learning from
what tributary are we departing,
which way are we turning?
Could stop harbouring any feeling.
Gaping lake waters, my love,
we might cease sympathizing,
could quit identifying with the spirit
but neither dagger nor sword
pulled from their sheathes
of misfortune setting sights on;
how tentatively we all immerse
this licentious laying on of hands.
First and foremost heels then legs.
The gracious bombshells bosom
up to mouth and forehead,
the spinal column of purifying;
faith healing and unfathomable
waters affecting. We may well
abandon provisional admitting,
we shall quell learning from
what tributary are we departing,
which way are we turning?
