Category Archives: poetry
Fall Colours: Nature Taking Its Course
It’s that time of year again: and, as always, my mind turns its attention to the art of dying. Each leaf represents a living being; each tree, the eternal soul. When the time comes, as it will for each of … Continue reading
God’s Fool
(Adapted from, and with apologies to, Kahlil Gibran) God’s Fool Once upon a time, a dreamer came from His desert home to see the big city. Ignorant of the city ways and tongue, He misunderstood hospitality As banquets, bestowed by … Continue reading
Now, That’s What I Call a Completely Different Take on the Pieta
If I were a betting man, I would say that this translation by Jessie Lemont of Rainer Maria Rilke’s poem “Pieta” was inspired by The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. Normally, all references to Michelangelo’s statue would be that … Continue reading
Deception
Could be I deserve ev’rything I get! How else can I account for my good luck? Otherwise, I might now be really stuck In situations that were much too wet. Conjunctions between Sun and Jupiter Enact a reign of … Continue reading
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To want to experience someone else While not clear to indulge freely with them Is like having an ache which doesn’t hurt But throbs and causes discomfort inside. Do I seem different to you when we’re alone? Do I seem … Continue reading
A Dream (Hell, It’s a Nightmare)
I glaze into her eyes, purple haze, smoking black; She shows her teeth (They’re clean, Mine aren’t). She crosses her eyes to look at me, making her squint; She tries to foresee (But can’t very far Beyond me). … Continue reading
Love
I gaze into her eyes (soft-colored blue, gazing back), She smiles, I grin, And we hold hands. She stares away from me (into the Vacuum of my mind); She thinks about the future, My love, And me. I … Continue reading
Life (version three)
The Meaning is gone And Time is passing: Daydreams keep coming With every yawn. Crooked thoughts make crooked paths That my mind will follow And the resulting sorrow Will almost always stir my wrath. Love is a … Continue reading
Life (version two)
Life’s meaning’s lost and Time’s the same: My dreaming goes on, as does the rain. Thoughts are a guided path that is ignored: I’ll choke my stony wrath which once had roared. Love is a route that’s … Continue reading
Suppertime
It’s taken me years But now I know what it’s like To have supper all ready And then be told that the most Important person will be late: No, I didn’t shed tears But I felt like taking … Continue reading
