“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
A Change of Heart
How can I abhor thee? Let me query (further not)-
I shant utter of malicious, villainous, atrocious quirks
My heart doth relentlessly sound, regardless of nausea or nigh
For the end of my wits so oft' the case yet
I cease to resent thee in still so many ways- Lo'
Must needed solitude and with mustered fortitude
I need thee truly, which is certain no phase
I want thee-Tho' only to be truly
In good intentions, with no more mentions
of deceits and demons from saints-No more complaints!
I shall instead abhor me, sincerely evermore.
This poem was inspired by "How Do I Love Thee?" (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806-1861.
Finicky February
No primal forecast
of biblical lions and lambs
but peaking out of the burrow
beheaded in hibernation
Phil is drug
tail first
-wait-
On the 2nd
He doesn't care, he belongs to
Fickle February
No! Do Not Come In
bearing scentless roses
oblique and obligated
as the date is so stated
candlelight of lights refrain
women and wine stain
invisible ink made black and blue
and more blue than black (again)
Fickle February
Throwing rocks around
sweetening the deal
secret tokens and trading cards
diamonds and chocolate
She's a shape-shifter of melted ice
requiring rosy reliquaries of romance
Fickle February
Jacaranda's and Apple Blossoms
White winter Jasmine
Witch-hazel Sweet-box
all brazenly in bloom
icy appeal of a happy tree boughs
skeleton limbed bones poking thru
mimicking the mockingbird's song
Fickle February
Happy and hopeful
singing into spring
wallowing in winter
disappointments dashed
rekindled by revenge
which counts the ways
of these 20 something days
Fickle February
Rain and sun with snowy flowers
mystical manners
of this monthly matter made
Sinners and Saints
Lovers and Loners
a figment of our fabrication
Fickle February
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Just a moment
Have you ever read a quote
that struck a certain note?
Or seen an incredible and baffling painting
That boggles your mind to near fainting?
Have you heard that song they redundantly play on the radio,
hasten to hearken-it's about something that happened to you...
Even when a dusty filed away book
Is about your life, once you look...
Preserved in frozen magical moments like these
picturesquely public are life's encrypted pleasantries.
For you cannot share
what was always there
nor would anyone care
about your internal affair
Melodious muted moments
When words won't work
silence sounds sweet.
Image of painting by Albert Joseph Moore(1848-1893) "Seashells", [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Saturday, February 7, 2015
The value of depreciation
Deny that we are better whole
For love is loss! Sacrifice is loss!
All the giving takes its' toll,
gambling on return, a coin of toss.
Tho' loves worth the investment-
it does yield a return.
Albeit, a candied sentiment
made of sweet words we learn.
O how do we know its true,
Not counterfeit in kind?
All love that 'tis shiny and new
in growing time goes blind.
For spotting true love there are no glasses,
But lo when you're not e'en looking, that love surely passes!
Image Published by D. McKay, Philadelphia (http://archive.org/details/talesfromshakesp00lamb3) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. "Tales from Shakespeare" by Charles and Mary Lamb, 1922.
*Inspired by Shakespeare, 1564-1616 (who isn't?) "Sonnet 116"
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Terra Firma
And the hills give up on the valleys
The palette mixed of mud and will
With wanton erosion to appease
Nothing one can keep for good
All things betrothed by buried Earth
In all trees being equal to wood
Why the emeritus mirth?
See the mounds abound the domain
And the offspring shoots rise above
No human souls whole may remain
If which no one should love
And take notice of roots strangled in fear
And the green lights trying to escape
What could grow without a drop of tear
If the soil won't stay in shape?
*Inspired by "Love's Philosophy" by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
Image By U.S. Forest Service ([Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Elkhorn Mountains, Oregon.
Image By U.S. Forest Service ([Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Elkhorn Mountains, Oregon.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Skipping Serendipity
Some glide along a smooth path
floating along without mirrors or water
under the masted will of breezy air
while Destiny draws closer
Some notice themselves in shadows
outlining the mark of forward and aft
while Destiny draws closer
starboard, a siren caught your name
Some feel their own gravity pulling
while Destiny draws closer
plunging its authoritative weight
swayed by promising warm fronts
While destiny draws closer
taken in trickles and torrents still
Some remain lost at sea, adrift
serendipity filling the mast.
Image by John William Waterhouse (1849-1917) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
The Silent Tree-ment
With our thunderous steps upon ground
perishing hallow
Let us linger for a quiet moment
over limb
Listen for its silent snap
muffled honeyed sap
Blankets of moss penetrate porous barks
patching poultice
This very today falls
branches in the woods
Seeds are sown
ideas gurgle and churn
The creatures take notice of our
sharp curiosity
In shadows and secrets
of fallen forests
The conductor waves his wand
all sounds obey.
Composed 1/31/15.
Image By Miaow Miaow (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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