(one more in the Key of Sea, for Everett Hoagland)
i am no -ist
i have no -ism
the flow i roll with
is myself
am consoled
by all sharp edges
smoothed by endless
moving water
(the Sea its own
reign of logic
tears wrack from rock
in an infinite gesture)
all arguments with myself
i am able to sooth
water always finds its way
over, under, around & thru
no need ask “is
that where the Sea is?”
wherever water is
i am that self-same Sea
what i wash upon what i wash away
i give flotsam i take jetsam
the moon pulleth the moon pusheth away
without intention
i flow
i am flow
having nothing
to cling to
John Landry
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Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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