The Works of Joseph Murphy
Murphy began writing about 10 years ago and recently began sending his work out. He has been published in a number of journals, including Chantarelle's Notebook, Pure Frances and The Ambassador Poetry Project. His work is forthcoming in Five Fishes and Your Daily Poem.
All Poems © Joseph Murphy
In that spring’s first true gleam,
Lightening creased the walls
And thunder gathered the rarest of fragrances
Into its mouth.
The water from my tipped bowl
Spilled down a mountain the height of a weed; the breeze
Read aloud evening’s first page.
It was then that rain rose from the soil
And a star descended
Through the roots of these words.
The evening became brighter, quieter:
No minute hand’s clatter broke through;
No wheel skidded past.
Time became nothing more or less than time.
I cast my lines ashore: sang as prow and sail burned,
Knowing my bruises would heal.
Thoughts that had been tightly woven spun loose.
That evening’s warmth lingered on my bare shoulders;
The scent of damp loam sweetened the air.
In that enormous space,
Our past seemed no more than a whisper
Sensed at the edge of sleep.