“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.
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
Plea bargain
Their
life’s journey is a treasure quest,
tough to
solve for any X
with all
the mortal obstacles.
They
hunt for hints by feeling
for
warmth on fingertips, and continents.
Not
coming near a single solid clue
that was
graspable within
the
fingered seams of coast.
Their
tokens stacked tall,
They
have amassed considerable ease
and yet
Nothing
seemed more natural
Than
making maps with more
movable lines, theoretical angles
and
following the footsteps before
like ants
Inevitable
colonizing, war was natural.
The
wrong place at the right time.
Mountains
make them move another way,
the
learning left no trace
Of the gilt progress.
Image credit(ed) By Jacob d'Angelo after Claudius Ptolemaeus[1] Nicolaus Germanus (www.polona.pl), Cosmographia , 1467 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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