Passage, Ebb and Relentless

Gary Beck





There are rumors that the light within menís eyes

is the soulís light, that blazes, flickers, dies,

so suddenly and so soon, that scarce a youth

survives to learn timeís enduring truth.

Are we fragile bits that easily surrender

a part of us to troubles that can render

us weak in our eyes, or our brotherís?

We are too fearful of the stares of others.

Do only children wonder why

it is so difficult to laugh or cry?

We linger as strangers for a moment,

possess nothing, with our dreams unspent,

and leave our place in trembling fear

we never have existed here.







I shall not wander far again,

just sit at home and breed old age,

while all my passions roar with rage,

Iíll live fantasies now and then.

I will sit in dull remembrance,

a prisoner of past delights,

leave present hopes for ancient sights,

an old dream of heroic stance.

This fading man, this ebbing force,

a stranger to my lustless eyes,

lingers a brief moment, then flies,

ending selfís seeking at its source.


Hear Gary Beck reading "Ebb"






If we would touch tomorrowís lips

a fleeting gesture with our own

to pause a momentís candy cry

from babes who briefly bloom then die,

before the hour of each is told

with faint fury whimpering soft,

they pass from blaze of youth to old

penitents, hurling words aloft.

When is their moment? Then they brood

that ambition will never slip,

releasing its relentless grip,

leaving heirs to beatitude.


Gary Beckís poetry has appeared in dozens of literary magazines. His recent fiction has been published in numerous literary magazines. His chapbook 'The Conquest of Somalia' will be published by Cervenabarva Press. His plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes, and Sophocles have been produced Off-Broadway.


Photo "Flying in Memory" by Bella Dante.




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