Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Two Poems, by Kyle Kinaschuk

[wind-10]


in silence like to death                                                                9
through the midnight air                                                            3
of shrieking and reproach                                                          5

i made room for you                                                                    9
round my attic window                                                               3
my heart was like the weather                                                   5

but hearing. bellow, scream, roar                                             9

and all sound ceased. yet still in this concealment                3

pressed out of silence                                                                  5

 

i cannot pray without thy moving aid,                                    9

so as in greatest need to cry and plain                                    3

and lose my speech, and make me call                                   6

 

here at such an hour                                                                  9

i love to listen to the hollow sighs                                           3

 


[wind-14]

 

that april should be shattered by a gust,                               9
turned ashes and the breath                                                    3
the grass on that scarred acre                                                 5 

then my pale ghost upon the shore                                        9
when these fond eyes, at length shall cease                         3
turn away                                                                                     5 

faces lost                                                                                      9
and try again the unremembered earth                                3
revisit these same differing fields                                          5

extinguished ashes have no fire,                                            9

and, free, again, i look for                                                       3

my pen doesn’t draw, like oblivious                                     6

 

we for a moment stand                                                           9

slightly worn                                                                             3

                                                                       

 

 


 

Kyle Kinaschuk is a doctoral candidate in the Department of English at the University of Toronto. His writing has appeared in journals such as The Capilano Review, Contemporary Verse 2, filling Station, PRISM international, The Puritan, Poetry is Dead, and elsewhere. He has a chapbook with above/ground press, COLLECTIONS-14 (2019).

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