Sunday, March 27, 2016

John Pursch- A Poem

John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. Twice nominated for Best of the Net, his work has appeared in many literary journals. His first book, Intunesia, is available at Check out his experimental lit-rap video at He’s @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.

From Bell to Bell

We are knots in the wood of time. Between us flow a bow, an open door, a benediction, all offset by the steady clicking second hand. The clock unfolds its prayer, its story of this very place, the people of the tolling bell, the ancient echo of reconciled love, of hatred unmasked and overcome by surrender, by humble acceptance, by our destiny.

Swirling fields of mystery connect us, from tree through forests spanning planetary realms untold, electric timeline lapse of photographs in plain quiescent view, from lifelong search to lifeblood longing for essential nourishment to hyphenated pause, reflecting in an open mind, the moon a stabilizing wonder, an unseen turn from saving grace to futuristic totem of a peaceful plenitude.

Footsteps in the stone hallway, shadows of an open door, tracing down to moving voices in necessity, contingency of everyday in fluid circumstantial sanctity. A copper wire, metallic shining screw, speakers, screen, and quiet track lights, folded hands, extinguished candles, altar clean in omnipresent white, absent glance through closing door, bounding moments taking us, becoming us, from bell to bell.

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