Showing posts with label Allusion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Allusion. Show all posts

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Pain, Perfunctory, Resolute


Wisdom walked through endless shadows
plucking virtue from the vineyards that remained

Dancing beguiled, tripping over lantern’s light
searching for every surprise in your attempts to stun the moon

Serendipity scowls, for the lineament is under contempt, in which spasmodic corridors direct forlorn heartbeats.

Despair follows.

Huntress, oh you and your dart, crouching still within that bush, stirring deceptive javelins from a hibernation desperate for a deep sleep, drawing thus the ire of it’s fight

Pain, perfunctory, resolute

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Whirlwinds At Sea


Over at D'Verse, it's form for all time once again.  This week Beth Winter was kind enough to share the form of Staccato.  I'd like to thank her and Gay for manning the bar tonight as we tread down this rather musical journey.  I've tried my hand at these before, but never knew exactly what I was doing, that is other than trying to grasp the form through reading others poems.  But now the form is detailed out with examples, making it almost cruel not to give it another shot.

It was a lot of fun.  I did find the syllabic restrictions a bit tough to conform to, as it just so happened I had a few really good lines that happened to have 9 syllables in them or 11, but no fear I've saved those lines for the future.  I've been suffering through a bit of writer's block the past few days, so perhaps, at least I'm hoping, that this was just the elixir that I needed to rekindle the old wheels upstairs.  If not, well it will come, and in the meanwhile I was able to learn a new form. Thanks again to everyone over at D'verse, you guys and gals are great!

Traveling along the ridged shoreline
Stopped to watch the rippling of waves divine.
Time Slows! Time Slows! As gaze meets sea
Ceding, breeding, feelings in me!
Never been so deeply entranced this way,
Time Slows, as all worry gets washed away!

This time every ill has been set aside,
While drifting still along this timeless ride.
Whirlwinds! Whirlwinds! Swirls under sky
As fabled songs of sirens die!
In a haze, but fearing naught, as unsheathed
Whirlwinds guide, safely past all rocks beneath

Monday, November 14, 2011

Harts, Phonographs and Shorthand


BEGIN RHYME:
As ink lay freshest, it overtly shawls the drag:
         Mental ambiguity, of salted sine
         Burgeon whisp-(ring)
         Internal
         Painting non-descript
         Painted sound
         En route to heart
         Blessed by hand

A Hart, in a wooded field of straw-lined structure, ravaged from a careless sleeper, softening the bark, distracting the weed.  Scared,
Directionless…

Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti-Do

An alembic of blinking utopia, blanketed in swain, affixes sleeves, in adjectival fashionable phonography.

         Relaxing the spine. Seconds
         Longer than the first
         Enjoying freedom
         Forever how long it hurts. 
  END RHYME.