By tyrant design
he fashioned these hollow orbs,
mirrors of his prey.
Scattered as a dying breath
the rings mingle man to doom.
The Middle Passage.
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By tyrant design
he fashioned these hollow orbs,
mirrors of his prey.
Scattered as a dying breath
the rings mingle man to doom.
The Middle Passage.
We could not pass North
Snow and Ice turned vicious fang—
The South was cruel—
Far too near to Isengard—
The Dark Middle Passage waits…
The One Ring...
the one ring binds us,
love's never ending circle.
this ring is not worn
outwardly, but is hidden
deep within our very souls.
next: sitting on the riverbank
I remember us
sitting on the riverbank.
my head, your shoulder,
that's how this journey began.
And now - my head, your shoulder.
funeral
Dusk decrepit grey
shallow to the touch of wind,
gloom a surrounding
shield against the play abroad
of children who see no clouds.
The lengthening shadow of a slowly crawling bug.
Light strikes carapace,
As the insect lumbers past—
Heading for darkness
Behind its shadow lengthens—
Grotesque against the white tiles…
Spider weaves a web....
waterdrops cling heavy
distorting silken pattern
a fragile prison
slowly, and with utmost care
the web weaves its´ spider
(from an African proverb)
coming home :-)
I can see the door.
The question is—what welcome
Will there be inside?
I have been gone so long now—
Am I more than memories?
Doves on wing...
Silver procession
of fabled coos in mourning
unpretentious in
flight and demeanor yet with
their mild winging comes faith
charlie chaplin
Struts himself with cane,
silent monopoly fame
on a slapstick scale,
bouncing, shuffles from the stage
to the moving picture show.
(I really don't know much about Chaplin, so I hope this is at least somewhat correct - If not I plead poetic license.)
Tree platters carrying snow. (A Fitzgeraldism)
Evergreens are snowcapped,
Their branches carry loads of white—
Like bridesmaids bouquets—
Hoarfrost paints the silver hair,
Youthful maidens now grow old…
Send in the clowns...
You walked far today
in search of your missing joy.
You set your love free
and now you request my aid?
Go home, I'll send in the clowns.
Okay, so this is not so hot. At all! It's 6am...I tried!
Next: wedding night bliss
Strong, steady candles
Arranged in pairs for comfort;
Shadows on the wall
The guests left respect for us,
The candles stopped dancing first
Next: Tracing pictures
Images appear
As the fingers work the pen,
Along the papers—
The top paper is translucent,
Allowing him to see beneath…
playing "Chopsticks" on the piano
She starts it slowly
My hands ,outstretched and baring
My index fingers
How I await the moment
Lithely dancing in my head
Next: Bees