Writing a Rebus

Poetry is where
we put words near each other
Pretty-true or not.











Image by Périclès Pantazis, 1884 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

A Sea of Soles (Haiku)

Learn to (not) look, (not)

see the mirror refracting

the shape of our soul. 

Image of painting by Paulus Moreelse, c. 1632 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

The Son in a murmuration

Enunciate so I may extricate exact meaning,
To take shape, elucidate and translate
When you mumble, I fumble for accurate definition
What is the intention of your failure to mention directly
what you intend to convey, or say
about the beats of the bush.
Please pronounce each phonetic
instead of mumbling so humble when
a mutter means so much more
than a stutter,
but is still much softer than a stammer.
Write bigger so I can see you better.
I cannot stand on the shaky wavering scrawls
that angle consonants at a lilt
and hangs on a high note, I cannot reach
the top hat beat, picking up your
rote rhythm, a murmur,
a murmur
doesn't go so well
a murmuring swell
a murmur-oh hell,
a murmur in his heavy heart
explains the interrupted pace
saving face, not wasting words
a murmuring beats to another drum
thumping and pumping your wings,
I hear you, loud and clear.




Image by Walter Baxter of starling murmuration taken 11/11[CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.

Spin

According to the variables,
the rules were elongated.
Black time flowed fast
on an interrupted smooth plane.
There were too many similar pieces
in play and the moved spaces
never progressed wayward
along the spherical borderline
overlapping soul and self,
Venn inside, categorically
trapped, unable to trace the way
to break the line that labels, rates
and places apart flat out
otherness, the other coin side
limited by a the double dimension
of peopled perception, angle of the arc
along the rim of the never ending
line that flows back into itself.
It's your turn to spin.

Practice: ars oblivionalis (art of forgetfulness)

Don't forget
fingers wag
feature flicks
with you
in them
Don't forget
they ask
my name
return it wrong
as though
I forgot
all along
Don't forget
the warning
lost memories
are golden
Don't forget 
about my
filtered words
trickle down
your neck
Don't forget
why
you're here
you chose
to remind
and return
the thought
I lost
but didn't
Re-remember
my name
the same.



Image of painting By Arkhip Kuindzhi (1842-1910), Moonlight Thinking (http://gallerix.ru/album/Quingy) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Counting Elephant Leap Years

That elephant over there,
kneels on the keystone,
reciting a thousand names
that run together.
Vedic sounds coated red,
through lucid mists
he said he stands
for love-
in thirty-two ways,
in twenty-nine days.

As it is customary
for February,
to drop in on dreams
and sow fertile desire
where wild light will
cast an epic tragedy.

When love grows,
that one over there named
Ganesha, strokes his rats hair
and dances on the tips
of his round toes,
spinning his chakras
and juggling icy hearts
he freezes a moment
with potential, spouting 

prisms of inertia

retracting all the
matterless time

resting on balance.

Strands of helmikuu,
pearly wisdom hung
around your neck,
possess and strangle
with the charm of love.
Toxic lust set in an 

amulet of broken trust.

Ganesha says Love 

cannot survive the possibility 

of a  moonless month.
He comes to say,
only February has space
and time to give and gets
to jump all over juxtapositions

of weight and gravitate in

centripetal passion.

Crucified by greed, 

immaterial layers; 

the rose, crystallized rocks.
His trunk is too full
to maintain refrain or 

balance on shaky propositions
only to land on sharp ultimatums.
Peircing reality, I fell hard.

I was left alone with red.
Ganesha left the room.
It was all a dream,
I saw upon waking
my blue body still aching.

I kept the pretty pearls.

Image painted by elephant in Thailand, uploaded By Deror Avi (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0) or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Feature image (top) By Udunuwara at English Wikipedia (Transferred from en.wikipedia to Commons.) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Accusations to try

I did not break in or force my way through
I did not let go
                         too early
I did not make you
                         do, say, or think maybe there is
                         more
I did not know more than you
I did not
                          do anything
About it
I did dig (in)
                          deeper than the surface layer
I did
          hang on
                          longer than I should
I did give all I had, every day
                           which was not enough
                           somedays
I did want to quit
but did not.
I did grow too fast
                             and hit my head
                             on your ceiling
I did (not do)
        all I could
to (not) deny
all that I
did
and I
did
not
do
enough
for I
before it was all
                          over
                          done and said.



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