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Friday, January 15, 2016

the slipping of silk




the slipping of silk

cattle cars rumble on tracks of the past
washing up today’s toddlers in the tide
as too many stand still in silence waiting
for who-knows-what-when-how-or why -
to move them to speak
to move them to speak
as silence slips as silk ...
through a new generation
of frantic fingers grasping
for purchase - gasping for
air









Sunday, January 10, 2016

All is possible my child - A Rubai Lullaby

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All is possible my child – A Rubai Lullaby*


All is possible my child
In moon-spill I shall keep you from the wild
Hold the savage thoughts far from you as you fall
I shall sing songs to you - keep you beguiled

My child possible is all
as into sleep tumbling you fall
wishes into futures tinkle as pocket-change sift
larks shall fly and self-songs sweetly call

My child all is a gift
twirling whirling on the drift
as jingling skeletons whitely dance
over each crested wave you I shall lift

Until time tumbles into sweet mouth surprise
unassisted you step to slumber, wake at sunrise
shake sleep from clear visioned dreaming eyes

stretch to walk strong-legged your horizon’s rise  




* combined the PA Rubbai Form Challenge including wordle words 
Poetic Asides


For those unfamiliar (as was I with the rubai or interlocking rubaiyat- the form is explained below) 
Poetic Asides Form Challenge 


Interlocking Rubaiyat: Poetic Form


I’ve long been familiar with the 12th-century Persian work, The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, but I did not recognize it as a form. And without piecing it together, one of my all-time favorite poems (“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” by Robert Frost) executes interlocking rubaiyat to perfection. Just goes to show that no matter how much one thinks he knows, there’s still so much more to learn. Or at least, there’s still “miles to go before I sleep.”  
Here are the rules of the interlocking rubaiyat:   The poem is comprised of quatrains following an aaba rhyme pattern.
Each successive quatrain picks up the unrhymed line as the rhyme for that stanza. So a three-stanza rubaiyat might rhyme so: aaba/bbcb/ccdc. 
Sometimes the final stanza, as in Frost’s example above, rhymes all four lines.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

No place for perfection in poetry





No place for perfection in poetry
(an imperfect rondeauy palindrome)

No place for perfection in poetry
form flowing from wisped whispers
rustling leaves burst, blossom -fall
in spaces between beating blood
running hot and chilled pulsing-
horror, honor, mud, manna - all
No place for perfection in poetry
language of love, lusty mess of life-
yearning, yawps and yarns spun
filamented fibers floating - flying
weaves in and about and through -
back again–again until the tapestry
Time and vision written across -
the stars of navied night blaze –No.
No place for perfection in poetry

No place for perfection in poetry
the stars of navied night blaze –No.
Time and vision written across -
back again-again until the tapestry
weaves in and about and through
filamented fibers floating - flying
yearning, yawps, and yarns spun  
language of love, lusty mess of life
No place for perfection in poetry
horror, honor, mud, manna - all
running hot and chilled pulsing -
in spaces between beating blood
rustling leaves burst, blossom - fall
form flowing from wisped whispers -

No place for perfection in poetry

dancing dust




dancing dust 

on days’ gasps
when one is left
in the snare
of time’s dial –
pause –
remember -
in this cold slap of
mortal dust blowing
angels dance
on the sands
of a bright for-

ever shore  
sparkling -




Sunday, December 20, 2015

Extreme Scheme Cooking










Extreme Scheme Cooking

Fold the fact in fear–flood the lines-lure the
old, the young and the all in-between spreads in
vicious bytes of hate –light, and burn to taste -
crease recipe in a malevolent page of history 
in the making - save on a shelf for a later era -
or -
stop stewing, brewing, cooking, looking for
fear, smell the proverbial roses and look - at the
sea and sky, mountain and meadow, and when
the blood dries and the streets are swept clean -
gather children about you - 
and  dance 
until doves
fly 




Sunday, December 13, 2015

In the drum



In the drum 


drum – drum – drum
power-voice the
people-mass
drum – drum – drum
spin the web of non-
think until the thread
breaks and into the
tail-spin spun insist 
of salvations-scream-
the sturm-drang drum 
shall fall silent as acid 
rain and blinking away
blind no more – 
all shall see 
a new day

as one