Selected Works, Volume One On Sale
Jerry Prager, author of Legends of the Morgeti vol 1 &2 has published selections of poetry and prose from three of his previously published books, his blog The Well Versed Heart and unpublished works. On Sale at Macondo Books, the Bookshelf, in Guelph and the Eden Mills Writers Fest.
D'Etre Raisins

No sour grapes these,

rather the withered sweetness
of seasons lengthened
to aged fruition
chewed introspectively.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Symphonic River

The symphonic river plays both sides of the bridge,
the flow of the gathering descent softly erupts
in white cap resistance to submerged rock, a gentle,
reiterated resonance heard under the concrete road span,
the lyric arches on each side posted with listening chambers.

The downside fall over limestone ledge levels
are accented with cascades of plummeting scales
across last year's rushes and grasses, effervescent cadences,
improvised elucidations of gurgles and plops, whooshes, plunges and sprays
that whisper downstream and escape hearing:
variations of nuance layering the attenuated soundscapes,
isolating strains of melody from the air.

Too diverse for fixation, too alive for inattention,
the symphonic river plays both sides of the bridge
conducted by water levels over the bed of its movements,
themes of spring melt-flood, the solitudes of internalized winter
through the virtuosity of a single bend crossed by a country road
in a composition as long as the tributary's unfoldings.

And now, hours later, days later, an exuberant tranquility
continues to heal my inner ear - aching from the work
of mallet on chisel on stone - through nothing more than
memories of the hot sun of that sparkling afternoon alone on
a rural shoulder near Irvine Street farm fields, moments recalled,
like the cool shadows of the cedar-lined banks and the receding flood plains;
instants of the awakening Earth relived, like the chorus of insects
thrumming counterpoint to the rolling valley runoff
washing over me like a balm still, long after leaving
the lyric bridge and the symphonic river
and the glorious light of those fleeting impressions,
harnessed now to the page for the sake of spoken song
and the traces that you yourselves bring to the verses
of your own winter resolves.

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