POETRY: 'Transcendence' By Larry Knight

Transcendence

By Larry Knight

How can we define the invincibility of humanity?

Is it in the deeds of the brave, their actions

Marked by the unselfish concern of heroism?

Is it in the indefinite nature of our fragile selves,

How we hide sorrow behind facades of strength?

Is it in our tears, a deluge never quite washing away pain?

How can we show resilience in baleful hours,

In days, months, and years marked by hurt?

We embrace life, its promise, the existence of joy,

Moments defined by degrees of elation

Then juxtaposed to the heartache of a bitter truth:

We are mortal.

Our flesh and bone and blood

Are not immune to the certainty of temporality.

Our breath pushed from lungs into space,

Never to be reclaimed, is without substance...

But not our love. Not the altruism we possess,

our unyielding commitment to life,

the light in the eyes of our children.

We are not promised immortality,

Only the assurance of remembrance accompanying

Our selflessness, our faith, our fealty to love.

Despite the limits of race, or gender, or wealth,

Or religion, our acts define us;

they encircle earth inspiring lives unfamiliar,

illuminating souls shrouded by misfortune's pall,

making us as vast as forever.

Copyright 2011 | Larry J. Knight, Jr.

VIDEO: 'the everyman project' Performance at Players by the Sea (June 5, 2011)

This is a video featuring a performance of the 'the everyman project' with Larry Knight and David Girard (with guest appearance by Jonathan Ross). The video was shot by Jefferson Fox at Players by the Sea Community Theater on June 5, 2011 during the Fringe on the Rocks Festival.

POETRY: 'Her Voice.' by Larry Knight

Her Voice.
by Larry Knight

Her voice whispers the songs
of my mother.

Their notes, like soft razors
cut deep, draw blood, persuade
me to find my truth in her arms;

I am a dull blade moving against
my reason; she is a quarter note
of protest, delivering me and us
from the chains of our devise.

The tenor of revolution in verse
yields undefined complexity;
her notes, a rose plucked
from a mountainside is
a soft, fluttering passion
lost in the solemnity

She is the wind, I am a branch
on a tree bending with every note
shaped by the delicacy of wind.

Love is shared divinity;
we react, in motion,
finding quiet seconds;
reacting in harmony
against want,
against reason,
against logic,
against shared divinity
and passion and complexity.

We find hope in eternal springs;
she, enraptured by my commitment,
imbues me with revolution;
we dance eternally;
I, lost in her verse, fall;
she, like a sun rose, illuminates.

Copyright 2010 | Larry Knight