April 24, 2012

Two poems by Richard Doiron

En Route to Nothingness

Like a film rewinding,
Going back in time,
I reclaim my kisses,
Withdraw myself from you,
My promises denied,
The man in me no more,
A little boy instead,
And now undelivered,
Somewhere deep inside,
The throes of ecstasy:
Another place, another time,
Another someone there,
But now that, too, nebulous,
Another reel rewinding,
Another reel and still another,
Crossing line after line,
A creature now that crawls,
Now in darkness with the void,
Now en route to nothingness.

The Being of Poet

The being of poet
is not in the yelling
of it from off
the mountaintops,
that it should echo
into the valleys,
deep and wide,
but in merely
the whispering
of it into the wind,
which will then carry it
to the mountaintops
and back again.

Richard Doiron, 65, poet, Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada. He is the author of 17 books. Twice nominated for the Governor-General's Award; work read at the United Nations, the 4th World Congress of Poetry & Cultures; winner of several International literary competitions; an estimated 1000 poems published in books and anthologies; recipient of the 2012 World Poetry Lifetime Achievement Award.

1 comment:

  1. The Being of a Poet is a refreshing look at what the statement means. I like that poem very much.