“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, June 1, 2020
Sundialing
Under the darkness
I wait for daylight
and it slowly drains
all energies made
over-this-night.
I find myself
empty and long
for the warm light
to wane
or die
back down
knowing this
way we live is insane
and making it not so different
from this sentence.
The years blend by lumens
and erase all traces
of anticipation
for another
night
to escape
for day to come,
for the light that never
dawned upon me...
unrisen and incapable
of my occasional
need to know
what a future holds
without hands.
Painting by 'German Master' unknown, Still Life with skull, sundial, wax jack' c. 1620 in Public Domain.
Monday, November 11, 2019
Our glasses (hourglasses)
I read in front of them.
I was reading anyway.
They never read.
Even behind my back.
I waited to be sure.
I was never sure
I waited too long.
Liars, thieves, and cheaters
are three of a kind.
I had them all
in hand,
and made a row of bushes
with the tangled vines
for Privacy.
Alone with ourselves
imposes ego as though
we should learn
from mistakes.
The golden rule
is soft, diamonds are forever
handed down
and the rain, perpetually
planting seeds.
The fine print, or return policy
for such a random act
sounds like wind strangled
in narrow channels
but is your paper receipt.
I figured it out
wrong but somehow came to
the correct conclusion
all the same.
There is a kind of
influence, with open palms
that holds no harm
to heat but crystallizes
in salt.
As far as
we can see,
All is in front of us,
there was no plain day
that would be lived this way.
Painting by John Dickson Batten, 'The garden of Adonis' c. 1887 in [Public domain].
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