The Curtain

By Donell Tate

This particular group of poems has taken me over three years to write; that is if all things being even remotely particular, then what is time- but a precise manifestation of a concise inspiration.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 7, 2008
• ISBN: 9781462810574

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Copyright © 2008 by Donell Tate.

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Contents

INTRODUCTION

DREW A BLANK

LINT ON THE LEDGE

SETTING SAIL

FROM BENEATH

ABSENT

SLEEPY HOLLOW

CRIMP

STOMACH ACHE

FLUTTER

READJUSTED

SIDEWAY’S EYE’S

THIRTY ONE MEANS OF MOTION

LABELLA

TULIPS OF A PASSER’BY

THE ICE IS BREAKING

SEEN A GLINT

THE ENTROPIC EFFECT

THUNDER

INDOLENT NOISE

THE DISPUTE

CRUMBS

HERON

TRIBUTES OF THE WIND

RENDITION

THE MARBLE FLOOR

REFLECTIONS ABROAD

STRINGS OF VANITY

TWITLE

THE MANIA OF HYSTERIA

JIBBERISH

DESPERATE

DRIP

JEWLERY BOX

INTERCEPTED INVERTED CONTRAPTION

MEAGER

THE CARPET RIDE

MANIC

IMPAIRED

THE FAIRY EFFECT

STEP RIGHT UP

SHOES AND HANGERS

MINERS CREED

AN EVENING WALK

HINGE

PERSUASIVE

BELOW ZERO

PELEGRAGIO

TITLE

EMERGENCY ROOM

GRAPHIC DISTORTION

INK SERVICE

CALIBRATION

UPHEAVAL OF THE STONE

SIMPLE

SLEET

SMALL WINDOWS

A DAY OF ART

THE TEMPTER

UNDER THE BIG TOP

PEOPLE STARING

LUNCH HOUR

COMPROMISE

THE NOTION

TRYING

WAITING

PRECIOUS MOMENTS # 2

GROWING PORTRAITS

IT RAINED TODAY

CHRISTMAS DAY

JUST A’POEM

ON THE BUS

THE MALL

CONCRETE TABLE

FAIR THEE

THE INVISIBLE SURFACE

THE LEFTOVERS

ON THE CONCRETE

PRECIOUS MOMENTS

THREE MORE SEAGULLS

THE DARNDEST PLACE

GRITS FOR BREAKFAST

THE SHADOW OF A BIRD

LAST STAMP

SEEN ANOTHER PIGEON

THE BREAM

THE BITTER FRAGMENTS

SECOND TRY

WROTE WITH PENCIL

FINGERS ON VELVET

ONE FOOT UNDER

DONATIONS

THE PLANE BLINKS

BIRD IN GRASS

A TRUCK PASSED BY

A’DAY PASSED

WELCOME BACK

REVERBERATION

CONDOMINT

OUT OF PLACE

NECTERINE

A GENTLE BREEZE

REACHING

CHIME

FLIGHT DECK

WIND NOTES

ONE FOR THE MASSES

IT IS NICE

JUST A’PEEK

A’NIGHT IN PASSING

CROW STOLE COOKIE

I SHAVED LAST NIGHT

BIRD ACROSS THE FENCE

THE TRAIL GOOSE

A LEVER

INTRODUCTION

This particular group of poems has taken me over three years to write; that is if all things being even remotely particular, then what is time—but a precise manifestation of a concise inspiration:

. . . I drew upon many areas, sides of life, and the all sustaining subtlties. At times even that unplaceable mysteriousness silently resounded: yet and still—form took hold, words took form.

I cannot justly speak for the entire work myself: It is one of those renditions—where without the inspiration attained, I doubt I could have journeyed this book to conclusion . . . Mystery, all that surrounds, and the reasons why words found their way onto paper—this I offer you dear reader, I hope you enjoy.

DREW A BLANK

We are, the way-

we are; for due of proportion.

For skism’s, isolations,

and binding zealous:

What has thou?

I have, for have not’s.

O’great temptress!

Great need—within my very

own proportions . . . for you have,

within your lucid innocence-

a magnitude; far greater,

than my proportion.

A pyramid . . . atop, a

pyramid: A fine point,

an awakening, fine point.

Beheld greatness. For

sight and measure:

Diluted concentration-

proportion

. . . is mere innocence.

Crept though wept-

many and great and tear;

they all fall, for standing.

Clouds do visit the likes

of puddles reflections:

only, to see their perfect

work there’in . . . .

Existence is to unfold-

not to be persued.

In all your

willful haste;

tact is construed

as authenticity,

genuine affinity, and divine

interpretation.

Failure . . . bred blame. Achievement

—elation. Content:

Unrest. To be sought,

and merely unfold; what is given.

Passing an object.

Passed the object. Turn yourself

around, still in motion;

the object has disappeared:

persuing sight infront,

the object passes—from

behind. No cause, no effect,

just motion . . . The sound’proof

temple.

To be part of

something; imparting substance

upon it’s nothingness:

is truly euphoric;

becoming . . . what has already

become-

: The immaculate stage.

LINT ON THE LEDGE

As I awoke to the

receding rain—day broke,

as the trail’drop fell.

The clouds looked upon

the underneath, pronouncing

the land full with splendor.

Night bade me quest:

Full conscious in a dream-

why do I know, I am asleep?

Life followed life, into

the unknown. Indignity to ground,

head turned left; person has passed.

An unlike realization—never

felt; knew, I was somewhere

else, but dreaming: in the same.

A familiar place, the people

I knew; contemplated time,

grandfather alive—yet deceased.

An extreme experience,

subtle deliverance: I smiled

when my eye’s opened; nullified.

The clouds cleared somewhat: