Three poems by A. Jarrell Hayes

SUMMONER’S TEARS

Here sits the conjuror
Of worlds
On faded lawn chairs,
Bereft of his galaxy.
Drops of liquor and coffee
Blend and form a cascade
Which fall from the wizard’s eyes;
These are the Summoner’s tears.
They taste of talent
And potential
Washed away
By addiction’s course.
They reek of the rotting
Genius, ironically consumed
By the same powerful entity
He summoned from the outworlds.
But they also glisten with divine
Shinning, reflecting the supreme
God that resides within
The imagination of all Summoners.

MAD WORLD

All around me are familiar faces:
Dead friends, lost family;
Swirling about in a misty ash-gray
Tornado.
Their expressionless faces
Form like objects in
Clouds.
The rabbit follows
High pressure masses;
The turtle moves along
The lows.
They race around
The circumference –
A frantic dash around
This mad world.
When they meet
The storms collide;
Lightning sprinkles,
Thunder whispers,
Winds trot
Along mountains of man,
Casually kicking down
Houses, like a child
Laying waste to a
Lego city.

FROZEN BEACH

Crystalline sands
absorb the rainwater.
Old Man Winter approaches
by the East,
freezing the rainwater into
ice.
The sands of time
clump
around the ice of its
transgressions; or
are they the rewards of
a lust for the
love of the lust?

All poems by A. Jarrell Hayes and appear in the collection Heart and Soul of a Thinker available on Amazon.com and on the poet’s website www.ajhayes.com.