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.
Posted in conjunction with the Thursday Poets Rally.
And by the by, as a part of that, I nominate Kavita! Read any of her stuff. You’ll quickly figure out why.
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Windows on the world
Of this eternal light, this city brimming
With memory of massacre and masochistic
Delight, windows on a soul of fire
Brimming in the depths of those saluted,
Stirring in the sweat of the backs stretched forth in greeting,
These limbs, outstretched beneath your crumbling walls,
Drew cloth and steel against the flesh, your stone
Prison and theater, the spotlighted cell,
All eyes alive with the flames of your passion,
Round and round they circled, and still you writhe
With the congress of madness given yet delight
In all those souls who looked within and without
Your shudderless windows.
* Another poem for the wonderful Monday Poetry Potluck, as hosted by Jingle Poetry, and those lovely poets Amanda and Kavita! This week’s theme: Buildings, Landmarks and Monuments–for which I obviously chose the Roman Colosseum.
And here it is,
this lonely longing,
for time and place unseen,
unheard, mayhaps unknown,
a future or a past that neverwere,
in Ghouls and Goblins fair,
these Ghosts of Pasts our blood
have never seen,
this laughter, in a sweet
wrapping up the joys of childhood
into a chocolate wrapper, knowing
the eyes, not the face
its monstrous mask a momentary
Madness answered in a thousand faces,
the spirits channeled through the joy
of laughter in the chill,
these golden lives pirouetting to
the Pumpkin Song, all hail
Imagination,
Master and Commander
of mind’s most curious Desires.
* Another poem for the wonderful Monday Poetry Potluck, as hosted by Jingle Poetry, and those lovely poets Amanda and Kavita!
The Waking Den 