The Oracle of Allen

by Deirdre Evans

Allen Cohen
was an an Oracle
sitting, balancing
a tripod
Listening to
sibilant
whisperings
of phytons
speaking
in psychedelic rhythms
in his mind.
He gave us their songs,
Their praises
and prophecies.
He gave us the song
in his heart.
He told different tales
to those told before.
His Oracle was written
brilliantly
in day-glow optimism
opening the prisms
of colors seldom seen
by mortal eyes.
His spirit will not die:
It lives within all
who crossed his path,
heard him speak,
read his poems.
He has embroidered
his words
on the fabric
of our minds
in indelible
yellow-sunshine
thread.
Written within
our hearts and head.
Written diagonally
in zig-zag stanzas
So we'll always remember
how brightly Future's fire
once burned for us all.
Enthralled Hope
when it was more
than a town
in Arkansas.
Peace seemed possible.
And we were all working,
loving
and living more.
A door to a unique perception
has closed,
But the glimpse
of a garden
afforded by the Oracle
of Allen shines
brighter with passing years.
Shining like Apollo,
Shining with serpent's kisses
provided by
prophesying Pythosses
dreaming of Delphi.
Allen's door has been closed,
But it can never be locked.
It can never be locked.
It can never be locked.
And someday
in the wink
of an idol's eye,
The door that
Allen opened
will swing wide
and never be closed,
never be closed,
never be closed
again.

© Deirdre Evans. All rights reserved.

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