Heaven Underneath the Sound of the World
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A collection of Poetry from F.E. Feeley Jr, the author of The Haunting of Timber Manor, Objects in the Rearview Mirror, Still Waters, and When Heaven Strikes.
F.E.Feeley Jr.
F.E. Feeley Jr is the author of several books including, The Haunting of Timber Manor, Objects in the Rearview Mirror, Still Waters, When Heaven Strikes, and the soon to be released novel, Closer. He’s also been a part of several anthologies including, Indigent as well as Gothika 5: Contact. This is his first published work of poetry.Born in Detroit, Michigan in 1981 he became an avid reader and lover of the written word. Inspired by the world around him, he now lives in South Texas with his husband John, their German Shepherd Kaiser Wilhelm, and their cat Ms. Abigail Adams
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Heaven Underneath the Sound of the World - F.E.Feeley Jr.
1
Spring the First Sister
Raven-haired springtime
White thunderclouds spiking thirty thousand feet
comes the high priestess of all the sisters
as tempest shouts her arrival
when the warm and cold air armies collide in a battle high above the earth
She is the regal one, with trumpet blasts and flashes of mortar fire -as hot as the surface of the sun- a crucible
sends humans fleeing before her
With a flick of her wrist, a tornado touches down
its wicked tail signs the ground declaring her presence
as her armies of southern sweet air clash with Winter's bitter winds
The age-old fight between life and death
what was and what shall be, a clockwork madness that
despite its wrenching pain happens again and again
and unlike her sisters, she seizes territory and marks her place
Astride a lion, whose roar bends trees to command respect
crocus, tulips, daffodils resurrect from slumber
triumphant where the lion’s claw touches the earth
white fades from the landscape; and the world wakes
Once upon her throne, she calms slowly as the earth turns from concrete to dirt
as the nights shorten in length to day
she descends to walk among the cradles of the babes with doe-eyed wonder and tender promises
With all the majesty one could muster
This Lioness, she calls her ebony sister, lamb's-hearted Summer.
She is spring, wise mother, giver of life abundant.
Her name is Spring, and Queen of all she sees.
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Oh, for the Trees in Springtime
For the trees in springtime
when the bud first opens and litters the ground with its remains
and the tender petals, fresh and palest green,
emerge upon the face of a stately tree that easily bore the winter snow,
slumbering, white powder on black branches
trembled by a wintering songbird
awakened by the golden kiss of heaven - all spring long it stretches itself upward and onward in a slow, luxurious yawn
drinking thirstily from the sky turned black with terrible rumbles of thunder
the tender petals flip to expose their bellies while the world and the cardinals shiver in fright
For the trees in springtime, remember
when fat-fisted children reach into the grass the fall before
and pull back two or three winged seeds
from Maple trees and scream in delight as they helicopter
to the ground
next to the trunk older than their mother's mother
and just as watchful
now remembers why she loved those children as children of her own sprout up just outside the reach of her canopy
For the trees in springtime
The live oak seems almost like a god of ancient times
with a base broader than a man can embrace
with tree limbs stronger than the river flows
who - in the fall drops acorns faster than squirrels can gather
the spirits within, you can hear snort with mirth - when one of their artillery happens to fall on someone's head
But oh, for the Trees in springtime
new leaves and the fragrance of the soil
old creatures giving way to new birth
promise a thousand days underneath the cooling shade
I read my favorite book
and upon my shoulder and neck and face
sunlight's dappled kiss stirs through the branches
to bless the child who comes to visit
3
Springtime Memory
Chase memory through the wildflowers
down by the stream and across the covered bridge
stand in the in-between place - between the sun and the shadow
and remember the dragonflies alighting on lily-pads
florescent blue upon the emerald green
Remember the feel of the worn sun-bleached wood
as you slipped off your sandal to touch the ground, barefoot
and how you jerked it back up quickly with a hiss
but not before you felt the smoothness almost softness of the plank
Remember the smell of the water all around you
as stream fed the pond fed the lake that surrounds
and the scent of sun-dried earth and freshly cut grass, drift
as a John Deer moans across the path the sound fading as it leaves
It’s a Thursday, and you're playing hooky from college and its