So Far From Home S.D. Parsons Poetry

local_library So Far From Home

by S.D. Parsons

Published in Issue No. 4 ~ July, 1996

So far from home,
your nomad soul travels
to the light’s origination
selling velvet tales,
midnight dances,
for flirtatious pocketfuls
of cheap romance.

You draw light from me,
thinking you know the course,
the smooth complexity
of my uncharted winter waters.


This tattooed angel
stealing god’s breath;
so unsure of yourself,
your coyote purpose,

You paint brightness
on silver-tipped leaves
slowly, bleeding
a painful death.

Their blood
imprints our skin,
our willing sacrifice.

A pearl droplet,
a crimson smudge;
evidence reminding
a panting echo

This slight indentation
might have been
more than a sacrifice
to love.

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S.D. Parsons spends the majority of his time traveling the world in search of the perfect cappuccino. A Zen Buddhist at heart, he feels the downfall of all Western Civilization can be traced directly to man's inability to accept his neighbor's God. He says: "We stand on the cusp of great understanding, but our ignorance blinds us, keeps us from seeing the miracles unfolding right before our eyes."