It’s never enough to walk the walk.
The walk springs heels
heels spring teeth
and the subtle lines–
grace and poise–
they sink their teeth into the eyes
spun in lies routinely filed
hook-line-sinker
for the heart:
flesh always leads astray.
It’s never enough to walk the walk.
The walk springs heels
heels spring teeth
and the subtle lines–
grace and poise–
they sink their teeth into the eyes
spun in lies routinely filed
hook-line-sinker
for the heart:
flesh always leads astray.
It is not the beard you crave
But the lips behind it,
The kiss
It shook empires
In its youth, bitter thing
Rendered golden in that
Midas way where
Men breathe
Never seeing a
Kiss is never just a kiss
It knows not the contours
Flesh bone and blood
The Sin
One weary heart
Coaxes from quivering walls.
In case you didn’t know, today is World Poetry Day, an international day founded in 1999 by UNESCO – the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization. What’s the point? Poetry of course! World Poetry Day exists to celebrate and promote the publishing, reading, writing and teaching of poetry across the globe.
If you’d like to know more, and see a few of the poetry community’s favorite pieces, pop on over to One Stop Poetry for a look. If you get a chance, share some of your own favorites as well – the more the merrier, as they say.
To that same end, for the next five days, I’ll be celebrating World Poetry Day by stretching it out over a week, each day sharing one of my favorite poems from different poets. Hope you like my choices – want to share your own? Comment back! I’d love to hear them.
To kick things off today, I open with William Butler Yeats’s “Sailing to Byzantium:”
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unaging intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
~William Butler Yeats, 1926
They would not toy with it, nor move it by and by,
for some irredeemable quality smothered within the sheet,
the colored tape amidst a sea of flashing life cries,
this rainbow city borne on secret chambers of the heart
no monitors nor viewfinders might seek,
and such writhe the passion, blinding hot,
its heaven lain beneath the glittering sheets,
fed upon the blood, all same scarlet–
they are mighty walls they raise between the dying and the dead,
but beneath the sheet, the flash enfolds
the bone, always bone–
the city all men walk, though the hearts might beat them down
and grind them into dust.
* My contribution to the last One Shot Poetry Wednesday before the New Year! One I wrote several months ago, during a philosophical bent following a rather long and heated discussion between several friends on man, and the world, and all that fun stuff.
And as an aside, let me just take a moment to thank you all for all the support you’ve shown this year, both to me, and to One Stop Poetry. It’s been great delving into the online poetry community, and to find so many of you so willing and supportive of reading, and sharing the art we all love. I hope the year has been as good for you as it has for me.
I know I look forward to seeing more of what you have to offer in the days to come – and I hope you all continue to enjoy what you find here in my humble little den.
Cheers, everyone.
You bind me
But your walls, your halls they cannot hold me
Body broken but the spirit
Rise, swimming in the deep
Recesses of the forgotten—
Mind: sole reality of prison
You forget, but this soul knows,
It reaches through your gray decay
And in the darkness spring forth wings
To flight, unknown, and I am nothing and no one
But here I am,
These halls
Are mine.
* Photography by Claudio Mufarrege, from her gorgeous photos and interview I conducted with her, as featured on One Stop Poetry.
Keeping to a “short but sweet” theme that seems to be overarching my poetry this week, I give you a Haiku. Enjoy:
Never seen Mountains;
the inner is higher than
without: nothing known.
And by the by, as a part of that, I nominate Kavita! Read any of her stuff. You’ll quickly figure out why.
There is a ghost in the system
Everywhere I look
Eyes, following
Faceless arbitrary
Being
It walks the lines that blur
Humanity from itself
Wears our skin, but
The mind is pure
Know the spy
That lurks
Behind
Surround yourself with empathy
Strictly emotionally speaking
It won’t know the difference
Creatures not withstanding
Between you and I, two in
One, imitation profound
They may take our
Bodies but they
Can never take
The Soul.
* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!
Existential elation
The night’s revelation
Soul’s sweetest evocation
Mind longs to improvise
To sleep, yet rise
Above the lies
Until we admit
The body is unfit—
Do not think to hear it
To bear the broken madness
Never fail to aggress
This fairest stress
To break the blind
That stalks the mind
May yet free mankind.
* For the first Monday Poetry Potluck!
Today, and to start off this week, as I find myself in something more of a reflective mood, I leave you with a few quotes from someone I personally admire very much: the Dalai Lama. May you all have a wonderful week to come!
“I believe that the very purpose of life is to be happy. From the very core of our being, we desire contentment. In my own limited experience I have found that the more we care for the happiness of others, the greater is our own sense of well-being. Cultivating a close, warmhearted feeling for others automatically puts the mind at ease. It helps remove whatever fears or insecurities we may have and gives us the strength to cope with any obstacles we encounter. It is the principal source of success in life. Since we are not solely material creatures, it is a mistake to place all our hopes for happiness on external development alone. The key is to develop inner peace.”
“We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection.”
“Peace does not come through prayer, we human beings must create peace.”
Eyes open to the brink
I stand
Broken upon the edge
And though the sky is beating down
You are still above me
Always looking down.
Stretching for the dreams
Beyond your clouds
I burned within the strain
This arrogance has wrought,
And as the fire surged
I took it for desire
Obsession blinds
Focus the mind, focus the soul
Too late
All crumbling down,
The earth races
The sky screams
And I am tumbling through
This dear embrace
To something far more real.