Spliced
To straight blade

Kind—but grating
The pleasure

October song
And noise
In me

Walking
The now while on

~*~

On cloud fire
Each certainty
Of time

Nerves to go
And shock the sun

Tingling drought
To a long life

~*~

Some truths
Like crowds
Looked with know-it-all

Dizzying wisdom
In heights—of words

The natural answers
Next to your head

~*~

Abounding sweet rose
Strength to silky whole

Unbending passionless ravages
Resilience with broken fall

Uncertain darkness
Comes to life uninvited

~*~

Peter S. Quinn

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/4-short-poems/