Hmm, yes--another haiku. Blame it on my short attention span.
in rythm and dance
black branches crochet the storm --
the stars are unmoved
[poemtrain]
p.s. as of right now (it may not last) Father of Dragons made it into the top ten bestsellers at Samhain (see left column)
Showing posts with label poetryMONDAY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetryMONDAY. Show all posts
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Sunday, July 8, 2007
.
martyr to mortals--
dragon this shadow
tail through life
my hoard of days
shallow as gold
deep as luster
I scale
even the sky
I am the dark heart
that humans hide
the prize of myth
a piece of sky
the knights approach--
weaned on the virtue
of murder
they don't ask why
[poemtrain]
martyr to mortals--
dragon this shadow
tail through life
my hoard of days
shallow as gold
deep as luster
I scale
even the sky
I am the dark heart
that humans hide
the prize of myth
a piece of sky
the knights approach--
weaned on the virtue
of murder
they don't ask why
[poemtrain]
Monday, June 4, 2007
poetryMONDAY: Alimony (a.k.a. 'Costing the Earth')
.
Sullen and still
you walked upon me
which I allowed,
smiling with secret knowledge.
But the time came, boy
when I put aside my garden
and toppled your tower,
all your hard work,
right over and took half.
This earth, like me,
is not more good,
just more patient.
[poemtrain]
Sullen and still
you walked upon me
which I allowed,
smiling with secret knowledge.
But the time came, boy
when I put aside my garden
and toppled your tower,
all your hard work,
right over and took half.
This earth, like me,
is not more good,
just more patient.
[poemtrain]
Monday, May 14, 2007
poetryMONDAY: Four Way Stop
The best symbol of the States
for me, is found where urban sprawl
assumes each road is both
more and less 'traveled by'
we try to find our [
and cross each other's] way --
a white line intrudes
a tidy box within the fugue
and for a moment giving up
our progress, we give each other way,
take and make turns, or failing that
defer to what is right
in some dim way required
to understand each others minds --
and through a veil of glass
meet each other's eyes beneath
the ever flashing lights --
a glimpse of the people
[by the people, for the people]
in practice, rather less grand than any flag
but none the worse for that.
[poetry train]
for me, is found where urban sprawl
assumes each road is both
more and less 'traveled by'
we try to find our [
and cross each other's] way --
a white line intrudes
a tidy box within the fugue
and for a moment giving up
our progress, we give each other way,
take and make turns, or failing that
defer to what is right
in some dim way required
to understand each others minds --
and through a veil of glass
meet each other's eyes beneath
the ever flashing lights --
a glimpse of the people
[by the people, for the people]
in practice, rather less grand than any flag
but none the worse for that.
[poetry train]
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