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Three Poems

By Matthew Friday

 
 A White Feather
  
  
 A white feather fell slowly
                            down,
 as light as a tear.
 It brushed up against the window
 and for a second was held there
 by an invisible thermal, a tiny
 hand that rocked it back and forth,
  
 speaking of miracles:
 invisible air resisting,
 the illusion of gravity that shocks
 every child, then questions 
 about the bird it fell from, 
 carbon atoms boiled up and spewed 
 out in an ancient supernova
 long before there were birds
 or human observers, the trick
 of flight we have all envied,
 asking what happens 
 to all the feathers in the world?
  
 Then it continued to fall
                          down
 softly, so very softly,
 like we all fall - at different rates
 but we all fall.
  
   
  
 I Feel, Jazz
  
  
 Second lockdown looming.
  
 A cocktail of anxiety and wine
 swirling in my soul. No one knows.
 The future is just scat.
  
 I turn to jazz again. 
                     Miles,
 you’re there for me
 mimicking the universe
 with the chaos that can
 coalesce into occasional
 meaning and melody
        Then leap 
        apart again.
  
 When I listen to you,
 I am altered, reassured, at peace.
  
 I dance around the empty apartment,
 spilling myself in arms and heart,
 accepting what chaos creates.
   
  
 The Candle
 
 
 Start with the flame,
 that beautiful spark
 of entropy proving itself,
 compounds combusting,
 changing solid wax to molten
 rivers that mourn, cool and harden, 
 heaping new 
            forms on old, 
 re-creating but 
 reducing,
  
 all the while less and less,
 structured energy to heat loss.
  
 As your candle burns up, 
 taking years, if you are lucky
 enough to deny the 2nd Law, 
 the lengthening yellow hand waves shadows
 on a white wall, while shadows that grow confident
 as the night darkens, softly dim.
  
 All that fading, dissembling
 can be cheated 
 a while, 
 the brief
 breathe 
 of 
 a 
 poem. 

Matthew James Friday has had poems published in numerous international magazines and journals, including, recently: All the Sins (UK), The Blue Nib (Ireland), Acta Victoriana (Canada), and Into the Void (Canada). The mini-chapbooks All the Ways to Love, Waters of Oregon and The Words Unsaid were published by the Origami Poems Project (USA).

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