Appeal to Ignoramus

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Clouds to heaven
sky to earth
can you see end
being at birth?

Cotton ball mountains
across the sphere
rain giant figures
march on the pier

Wind to hurl
air to storm
can you paint life
just being torn?

Sorrow curled waters
head onto sea
stone barrier monsters
crumble the plea

Ashes to bones
dust to skull
you cannot read death
being a lull

Clover of Four

(for my mother who would have turned 85 today)

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Betwixt the primal automn air
I stroll along on worn out fields; I look for her in glowing leaves
that tumble to content despair

I never knew how she could spy
a fourleaved clover in the grass; but when she left to join the clouds
her mistery fell on bristly rye

I try to pierce the muddled mist
and call upon creation to keep the promise that she’d made
to find me in a secret tryst

It seems a search to no avail
I hunt, inspect and comb the green; perhaps there is no greater scheme
she left to leave nor sign or trail

But there’s a pause, a halt in time
a gust of everafter scent; and there before my watery eyes
clovers of four and five sublime.

A spark in the Rainbow

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Had longed to hear the colour’s song
had searched for substance in the light
had called the stars for comfort’s sight

but none so far had given way
so my heart’s howls would all allay.

Was tensed with worries of the bolt
was lost for darkness in my steps
was pained for gloom in all respects

but none so far had reached its aim
that this and all was not in vain.

Had borne the thoughts like cracks of dusk
had carried stones in head and soul
had dragged these bones as piles of coal

but none so far had come to ease
the fear of that futility’s breeze.

But when I turned my glance outside
and there, it was – undoubtedly bright

A rainbow touchdown in my yard.

(…no answers yet, if just a spark)

Absurdity of an ordinary existence

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I

The rains of eyes have left a stream;
the thoughts of morn upset the mist

II

I’ve lost my footsteps in the mud;
have searched the skies and found but void;
believes and truths have overturned

III

The bark of dog proclaims new light;
a virgin breeze affects the ridge;
a noble drop commends the seed;
small hopes pervade the rays of dawn

IV

I choke until I breathe again

 

The reticent call of tiny things

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Drops of chant
leaves of mist
hands of light
have kissed our lives

and yet we do not realize

birds of airs
rivers of kind
words of light
have served our path

and yet we do not visualize

wanting and longing
running; unceasing
always and ever lagging behind
until destruction lays its veil
upon what once seemed comfortably great

angels of earth
mountains of peace
eyes of aid
have kept our fate

and yet we do not sympathize

songs of dew
clouds of paint
whispers of dust
have lead our step

and yet we do not emphasize

wishing and hoping
bustling; unyielding
always and ever casting about
until cessation lowers its bars
upon what once seemed crucially key

Not morrow and past
not sorrow; unending
always and ever making us bend
until we lose our sacred core
should ever define the here and us

it is up to us to legitimize

Requiem for Fugacity

IMG_0095a rip in the haze
a split in the rays
a seed in the bloom
a room in the womb
a print in the cloud

so not
to
end
in a
grievous
shroud

one drop in the air
one line in a prayer
one seat in a town
one gem in a crown
one truth in a lie

so not
to
end
in a
rueful
sigh

we deal with life’s board
to lift off the sword
that hangs as a threat
and tend to forget
what is our lot

to
matter
at
all
or
probably not

All life collapses

IMG_3462You (Yes, you!) who swallows that petrol
until your mind turns raven-hued
You thought it’ll last forevermore
Mind you! Life always asks for what it’s dued

D’you think the subduer would never crawl?
D’you think that empires were never to fall?

All life collapses
all systems must die

We are but a few; you can kill us away
yet change is born in simple hear-say

You (Yes, you!) who munches that money
until your eyes turn round and gold
You thought it’ll flow forevermore
Mind you! Life firmly does not what it’s told

D’you think the walls would never crumble?
D’you think dictators were never to tumble?

All life collapses
all systems must die

We are but a few; you can kill us away
yet change is born in simple hear-say

You (Yes, you!) who vomits those dogmas
until your lips grow white and rigid
You thought it’ll con forevermore
Mind you! Life clearly is all else but frigid

D’you think the flat earth wouldn’t alter?
D’you think fanatics were never to falter?

All life collapses
all systems must die

We are but a few; you can kill us away
yet change is born in simple hear-say

And the mighty, the holy and upper crust
are all transformed to common place dust

Of Meadows and Alleys

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Let ’em out, the somber horses
let ’em pound the stones and sludge
let ’em run on nightfall’s ardor
’til they trampled all those forces

Let ’em out, the piercing orders
let ’em smash the flame and glee
let ’em screech on suntime’s field
’til they blasted all those borders

You toy around with all my essence
looking out just by yourself
you leave behind a trail of dust
where once upon a meadow lived

Let ’em out those eager dogs
let ’em maul the brawn and hope
let ’em race on daydusk’s garden
’til they gorged on all those togs

Let ’em out those sordid slanders
let ’em bang the sense and wit
let ’em crush the forenoon’s laughter
’til they stirred up all of those angers

You dance atop my all that is
running forth all on your own
you leave behind a path of shivers
where once upon an alley curled