“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Monday, April 6, 2020
Hatchling
An open invitation,
gilt in possibility
lures the timid beast from its musty cavern
The cacophy of air rushing around the
least resistant, matters are pushed and pulled upon
Certainties, tossed about
Potentials
The sudden hail defies the timid pleas
to unfold and stretch into
a solid lain beam of radiant heat
How could the mortal help himself anymore:
Gather, hunt, peck and reorder survival skills
Such as Love and Hate
Coming down
In various degrees of murder and rebirth
Springs forth
Colorful codes saturated with noise
and clashing heads with tails
The now bleeding ink pools
and blurs your name
craddled under ashen light,
limp and holding onto remorse
absorbed into pulp and grain limbs.
The sky showed no where
Safe
Welcoming
these evolutions
without debate thy will has been
done.
Spring inflates its toll
on the feral sheltered soul
Whose i's have been gouged out in disbelief,
and now blinded by the most elemental
Considerations.
The beast grows
weary and anxious
trying to stand upright
under these conditions,
dissuasion and doom
overshadows the occasion
to fear or be feared.
Artwork by William Blake, 'The great red dragon and the beast from the Sea' c. 1805 in Public Domain.
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Duck, duck, & Goose
I see you ducking
& hiding
as if this could
keep you safe
of course, most enjoy
a good game
of hide & seek-
except when there is
no-
body looking
for you
the pain sets in,
nesting in the
corners
where you have
stashed secrets.
Fleeing from danger
is both fight &
flight
instead of planting
ones
self in the belief
of growth & resilience
where you are
is never where you
choose to be
there is disregard
for the hidden
wanting to be found
under a shroud of a
woven
textiles you
gathered,
that felt like
encryption,
yet your secrets
strobe across
all of our four
heads
illuminating the dark valleys
spreading across your scape.
Painting by Carel Fabritius, 'Hera hiding during the battle between the gods and the giants' c. 1643 in [Public domain].
Sunday, November 18, 2018
Germination
So they go on, doing the deeds,
rolling the ball they tossed
as if it were not obvious
they were following
where their eyes aimed.
Like an animal behind a tree,
they think I don't see,
and I am partly to blame
for this charade,
a willing blindness,
suspension of attention,
inescapably-
there is a stench,
as overturned dirt
insists on being known
thereby making its presence
the heaviest air in the room.
And like the elephant Ganesha,
she leans in, the earth tilts,
her trunk drops
an apple at my feet.
It is my choice
to open mouth
desirous of a tree,
or keep the seeds inside...
Photo credit by safaritravelplus [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
Friday, January 19, 2018
Shadow lands
The poem cowered
in the dark corner
as does an animal behind a tree
feeling hidden
and safe
in error.
In the open, there was everything
that had been muttered
and nothing more could be said
in translation
of such inspirations
outlined in full color.
Grey and subdued
reflected in the blinded panes
so struck silent was the poet
when words
couldn't convince any body-
lighter was ever better.
Painting by Gwen John [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Friday, September 16, 2016
Silent H
would you know?
Would you become suspicious,
or let it go?
If I no longer listened to your voice-
don't you think it would be by choice?
If I argued with everything you said,
wouldn't this make our conversations dead?
If I began sneaking around,
would you begin peaking around?
If I were stockpiling and recycling secrets-
would it whet your whistle to relax your own rules-
Let's
pretend we are still fools...
If I keep playing the oblivious game,
would you keep dealing villainous blame
Excuses?
Nothing is fair in love and truces;
someone's got to give
and someone's going to live
Honestly.
Painting by Delphin Enjolras [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Keeping it Inside Out (There)
Between you and I
secrets
Yes
You've seen parts
none cared
for, but me.
You see,
remember that time
you knew
I was lying
or the time
you knew truth
was hiding right there
and both times
you thought,
why not?
Or of a poet-
that needs words
that hold places for
secrets
that are not known
but shown
anyway...
In between
poetry shared
somewhere
someone
else may
someday
care
and keep
secrets
with me.
Image by Julia Margaret Cameron [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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