Monday, April 9, 2012

Fear and Ecstasy


pearls of change
and fear
the hand of darkness

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virtue disgraced
the ordered path:
dazed and dismayed upon the wrath

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constrained by charge
in haunt of want
the bleeding scourge,
illusion’s taunt

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streets of limpid water
and bottles
that float in empty grace

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gilded chain
from wandering
drawn

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humbly grasping
for manna's
sleep of nightly senses

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artful soul
secreting the culture
of a world's scroll

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Dying novas,
rising savannas:
forgotten past and tattered future

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sand that sinks
about our frame:
an iron heart, a will that's lame

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phantom wings
enslave the touch:
it’s dark, we’re blind, in vain we clutch

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whitewashed face:
the inner burn
of depths we churn

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a fairy's tale
besetting
a wanting street

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wink of eye
and pretty plans
but only the sky
can touch our hands

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lashing the sun
and riding
self-inflicted mirror

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fat, greedy, hanging on
to six years’ idyll time:
 it’s lost, we're gone

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plagued by desire
in want of fear
the suckling child
the singeing sheer
the time we smiled
is now reviled
bewitched in tears
a burning pyre


Posted on dVersePoets for Tuesday, 4/10/2012


P.S. I am actually pretty happy, despite the theme of these poems. I wouldn't say they have much to do with my real life except in the most loose kind of a way. It is more when I get a string of inspiration, I follow it.

13 comments:

  1. dang..heavy emotions in this..and masterfully captured in those minimalistic lines...makes them even more immediate in their feel..

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  2. whew..there are really good man...love the bottles floating of empty grace one...not that it is easy to swallow but...many of these emotions are not...evocative...

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  3. Heavy emotions nicely penned.

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  4. This contains so much, in one piece, the floating bottles, I was reminded of the tsunami after the earthquake in Japan. It all turned out so beautifully, somply going with the flow of the write. Really is lovely.

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  5. i like this beset:

    Dying novas,
    rising savannas:
    forgotten past and tattered future

    messy little girl

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  6. A bit of a huge emotional weight throughoutand very well done, enjoyed each one that was spun. Glad it was just inspiration too and not actually happening to you.

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    1. Very impressed that in your comments too you rhyme with zest. I wonder if that's a clue, do you rhyme in daily conversational stew?

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  7. hey BF - i do like your formatting - their ickle minis that outweigh their actual size-
    V. readable :)

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  8. Excellent flow here. Some of my favorite lines are "dazed and dismayed upon the wrath" and "artful soul
    secreting the culture
    of a world's scroll".

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  9. I do hear you about being basically happy despite the themes of some of your poems here. That happens with me sometime too, and I follow where my words and thoughts take me. By the way, as to your comment in my blog about versifying children's stories, wow, does that sound like a great idea!! I will be following you from this point forward! I like your work.

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  10. Interesting reflections and emotionality

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  11. You always capture so much sadness that resounds in deep awareness of the powers that engulf us beyond our control. These haikus seem to celebrate, or at least plumb that reality that brings us to a deeper, shadowy depth that lingers in our acts, but which we find little time or thought to witness.

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