The original post with the poems is here but as with last time, I'll paste it in here too:
Hello again!
I have two more poems to share, representing ‘imagination’ and ‘music.’ Truth be told, I found it harder to produce poems that represented just one of these features: in fact, both of these poem drafts could probably fall under either ‘imagination’ or ‘music.’
[Edit: of course, I had them the wrong way round! The two poems below are 'Imagination' first and then 'Music.']
[Edit: of course, I had them the wrong way round! The two poems below are 'Imagination' first and then 'Music.']
Well, here’s ‘MusicImagination:’ ironically, it’s the only one of the four I’m posting that doesn’t have a set rhyme/rhythm scheme.
Water
When the snow melts, all is familiar and yet strange:
tools, posts and barrels emerge from the white unchanged,
each in its place, though grass and metal are revealed
with sorry tale: underneath all that whiteness, it was dark!
tools, posts and barrels emerge from the white unchanged,
each in its place, though grass and metal are revealed
with sorry tale: underneath all that whiteness, it was dark!
The yin-yang of the harlequin’s painted face haunts me,
relearning our topography minus its frosting:
the black underside of the searing white snow
is rust and death to blades of steel and grass.
relearning our topography minus its frosting:
the black underside of the searing white snow
is rust and death to blades of steel and grass.
The snow melts, revealing what we knew was there -
top-heavy weight of awkward liquid on a friable tilth:
a thirsty land that follows snow’s runoff down the bluff
in chunks – real estate sledding headlong toward ocean.
top-heavy weight of awkward liquid on a friable tilth:
a thirsty land that follows snow’s runoff down the bluff
in chunks – real estate sledding headlong toward ocean.
The smile on the harlequin’s painted face haunts me,
harbinger of melting of more than just water;
as the white shades to black, I hear ironic laughter,
black earth gives chase, the white water departs.
harbinger of melting of more than just water;
as the white shades to black, I hear ironic laughter,
black earth gives chase, the white water departs.
Snow’s leaving leaves a strange spring, a cyclic returning,
seeds hidden like Persephone in the black womb of snow’s blanketing;
snow leaves, and takes some earth with it, and spring is dry
wind buffeting the sunseekers in new round of sprouting.
seeds hidden like Persephone in the black womb of snow’s blanketing;
snow leaves, and takes some earth with it, and spring is dry
wind buffeting the sunseekers in new round of sprouting.
Black and white harlequin, where is the reason
for your swift departure from our growing season?
You lay on the ground drying air when you’re freezing
but when the seeds are sprouting is when you’re a-leaving.
for your swift departure from our growing season?
You lay on the ground drying air when you’re freezing
but when the seeds are sprouting is when you’re a-leaving.
And here is ‘ImaginationMusic:’
Crazy-Tired
Will there be
a true sound
in the clang
of my insanity?
a true sound
in the clang
of my insanity?
Will a phoenix’
egg be found
in the holocaust
of my exhaustion?
egg be found
in the holocaust
of my exhaustion?
Will I find
fertile ground
in the standstill
of my debility?
fertile ground
in the standstill
of my debility?
Can the thread
be unwound
through the maze
of my craziness?
be unwound
through the maze
of my craziness?
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