April is National Poetry Month! David Ignatow, "Consolation," "This is Mortal"

Two more from David Ignatow.

Consolation

I think that when the yellow pillow
is thrown against the blue wall
God is in the room, for I know
there can be no ultimate evil--
when as an argument ensues
yellow is shown in glowing contrast
to deep blue.


This is Mortal

The lit room is blinding.
We are moments of the heart.
There is a silence between beats,
no beat for the same blood twice.
We love one another like the motion
of the blood, and there is no outcry,
for this is mortal
in the bright room.