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Friday, August 31, 2012

Tigers and Gazelles


         (A Tritina For the Doppelganger within)



Tiger roaming free, a predator or prey?
Interminable, a quotient of your star
The teeth, my dentistry, agitate equivocally

Correlative in mien, virulent smiles perch equivocally
Dismiss thou ubiquity, thereupon apace; hie sweet prey
Lest ephemerally glint thy fulgent star

Ingénue, esurience wrests hold my star
Unseen tenets stir equivocally
E’er toggling ‘tween predator and prey

Sweetest Prey, beseeching star, fates aligned, equivocally.

Over at D'Verse,  Sam Peralta is hosting Form-For-All and has introduced us to a pretty fun form, the Tritina.  In short, it's somewhat related to the popular Sestina.  For more, I urge you to take the time and read his excellent write-up of the form, including the history of the form and a brief bio of it's originator.  Once finished reading Sam's article, click on the Linky and check out the Tristina's created by the other poets at D'Verse.  And, as always, if you feel inspired, create a Tristina of your own, and then share it with D'Verse.

Another quick note:

Been kind of off-line past couple days, well off the computer anyhow. I was able to read all the comments that came in, but never had a chance to properly thank all those who congratulated me on joining the D'Verse staff.  

It is an honor to step behind the bar and am looking forward to, hopefully, creating some really interesting and inspiring posts.  Everyone over at D'Verse is top notch, and I've always felt that way.  In fact, I've always felt like a part of the D'Verse crew, which I'm sure I'm not the only one to feel as such.  I assume this is due to the engagement of the staff, who've ever only been respectful, educated, and willing to share/inspire/expand what and who they are, with... well, basically the world. 

So, needless to say, but I am thrilled to be joining such fine poets and more importantly people.  Anyhow, thanks again to all those who offered their thanks and support, sorry about not replying personally to each, but did want to make mention here at least.  Ok, enough about me.  Head on over and get your Tritina on!!!  Cheers.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Enchantress




Enchantress
How can I tell which parts of you are real?
How will failure feel to me?
In what demeanor will the reflection gleam?
Escape the trellis
Vine to vine
Thorny path
                           Wrist to palm
Bare skin bludgeoned into tiny scars
                                             And then there’s the matter of the ground…
We’ve never got along too well…

Wafers upon the tongue
Black Ideas
During a healing mass
Scarred and frayed
Toothpick child
It must be difficult
Living like an only child
Broken by the perspiration
Spent to covet him
The blood of yours you’ve never met
It was long before you came forth
Yet their love for him
Seems to fill their love for you
With remorse
Ruing
The child saved
Into the forest
With door sealed
Lights away
A beautiful princess you’ll be
Reign upon the land and trees
The creatures, the fleas
With the doting love
The mirror sees
But with neglect
A world of sympathy
Can take the feet only so distant
Before the cricks bend
And the soles benign no more
A temper mental summit calls
From ridges of despair
A transforming tear is spun
Bearing down
Shivering
And so it begins again…
The draft comes hither
         It’s autumn no longer
Winter’s pool grows strong
                  As scarcity depletes refuge from sleep
Returning to the family that damns your seams
The years of unraveling
Have maimed the clay
Burn the halo
Disinherited since the earliest day

Into the forest
With door ajar
Skyline gray
A beautiful Queen you’ve matured to be
Reigning over land in shadow
The creatures all fear your teeth
All life subservient
All dreams delegated to bloodied knee
Disembodied by the penance others serve
You’ve acclimated the way so many predicted your road would preen
…And with the doting hatred
Of the image
That the mirror sees