CK Tower is a member of the National Poet's Association and a founding member of the Internet Writers and Artists Guild. † She is Managing Editor for Conspire Poetry Journal. Aside from writing, CK enjoys reading (especially lyric poetry and work by The New England Confessional Poets), expanding her book collection, and raising Rottweilers.
CK has seen wide publication of her work in print and electronic journals, including Poetry In Motion, 15 Credibility Street, Brooklyn Poet, A 2River 'View, Artisan, Eclectica, Ceteris Paribus, and Zuzu's Petals.
Perfect CircumstanceCome away from the wall. There is nothing there just an image framed in perfect circumstance, one moment captured and covered in glass. Everyday you wipe away the dust while we choke on these layers of fine ash. Yesterdayís portrait of quintessence withered with the freesias, (I canít seem to throw them away, Iím not as good as you at discarding broken things) and nothing of their grace lingers. Tomorrow if the sun is not dead I will take them to the river where everything disappears. Do not misunderstand me I used to believe in the picture, allowed myself, to caress ignorance, dismissed the mountain lying dormant between us. Necessity? Dust ash wilted flowers blue-eyed girls who dream of becoming women but know better, no reason to have pity. We are clever. Honest. Honest as pictures and freesias, before day seven Honest as an impetuous volcano in abeyance. There is no use for this silent water spilling down my face or yours, not for departed flowers or withering possibilities. I picture myself now, cast into the whirling channel of your distant memory rushing oblivious toward an end, like yellow petals or bits of ash released from an undetermined moment. A perfect circumstance for everything to disappear.
Copyright © 1997 CK Tower