White Roads Sunday

Submitted by Barry Fentiman Hall

High above the white roads
Hawks dance and screech
Breaking cover over poets
Lost in a stew of rubble
Where the memories of childhood
When we became girls and boys
Are obscured by 
Squashed tomatoes and 
Spent ammo from Friday nights
We go to tend the gardens
Through fire damage
And fading ribbons
The ways are not clear
Where the weeds hide the barriers
They dig for victory here
Over what I cannot say
The corn is eight feet high
And love and light fades on the old school ties
These are the only certainties
As the hawks court ever higher
And pass through Sunday clouds
Higher
Higher
Lost
Out of reach


 

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Photo Credit: Charles Courtney Curran – The Lanterns

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The Vita Brevis Team

“Ars longa, vita brevis" (art is long, life is short). This maxim so moved us that it seemed only right to title our online poetry magazine after it. It may seem curious that we chose Vita Brevis (life is short) as our title instead of Ars Longa (art is long). But this choice was more than appropriate; after all, the aim of our journal is to publish work that shows a keen awareness of not only art’s beauty and immortality but life’s toils and finiteness. We want to revive and nourish the rich existential literature that forms when art and the human endeavor collide.

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