“Oh Yes, of Course!”
Oh yes, of course, I hear the cymbals echoed in my ear;
The thunder’s never altogether gone.
Lyrics never cease, sets give rise to reprise and just another song.
The stride is altered, yes! but never far from fear.
And always from the invisible “A” to the ubiquitous “B,” the line
Is straight. It flows, it does not fade and as constancy is there
I am bound to find the wicket, purchase another ticket there
To picture in my mind the Gate that lies beyond the mines
And traps I’ve burried, extensions of the elemental singular.
Ignorance drawn, pleasure in life egregiously proffers
Its own demise where duplicity wreathes herself in the divine collective. Coffers,
Dogma for all occasion profits veiled within the insular.
The rock, itself, sees through all the aye’s
And knows its nay’s must always seek a public gaze, disguised.
Posted in Lyric Poetry, Poetry, Singularity, Sonnet
Tagged Age, Aging, Certitude, Existence, Imagery, Immortality, Lyric Poetry, Mortality, poetry, Samsara, Singularity, spirituality, Strife, Tragic Flaw
“And All She Did Was Laugh”
And all she did was laugh;
Who was He, she’d asked,
Where’s the pill that secures the past,
Where the shining light, the pilgrim’s staff
That points the way and parts the iron clasp
Of seas, brings bread with ease, the manna,
The law from which the last hosanna
Of the season’s raised, one dying gasp
Before the long draw of relief, the intimation
Sometime forgotten but always renewed
That even in the eternal night of space are suns
And galaxies, cosmic schemes, stars and planets spun
Of singularity and paradigm, the endgame, fruition,
The handwriting on the wall and on the once and future moon.
Posted in Imagery, Imagism, Lyric Poetry, Poem, Poetry, Sonnet, Sonnets
Tagged Endgame, Galaxies, Handwriting on the wall, Manna, Paradigm, Singularity, Stars and planets