Poem: Lakes of Darkness
Lakes of Darkness by John Coyne (Ethiopia 1962-64) He came here to this green shore From loneliness of bachelor nights, Empty Sundays, A life of shattered hopes Mirrored into tragedies. From semesters of faculty treachery, Misdemeanors in the hall, Months of silly students, Who tore wide his heart With youthful gall. A little man, He wears his age with grace; He brought to me A spirit bent from A course of use. We slid the books aside; Fished for trout off the point. I caught a fighting rainbow Who arched my pole when reeling in The perimeter of its time. In this cruel scene He saw his own tangled metaphor. Caught, he knew, in a shrinking scope Where strong men fight artificial Wars with words, To die unnoticed as commas on a page. A trout (free on the sunset of the water) Flipped in space for flies, Then slid again . . .
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Stunning poem. And stunning line, "To die unnoticed as commas on a page." Thank you. I look forward to reading…