The deed is done; Cæsar’s death beside the point.
Of course, some several trinkets to collect
And box and some there are who promise to reflect
On what’s been said or what is grist made grit for future pundits to anoint.
But we’re not finished here; might we turn our eyes
To months and years ahead to present promises unfulfilled
For movements gentler to deride, some new tryst for someone’s will?
And we’ll be at the thing with something less disguised
Than we were wont to wear to mask the gnarled face
Of bigotry that’s ever there; a place
For some younger soul’s reported win, surprise! perhaps a show; the race
Is on but nothing less than more will do and competition’s traced
The route for them, of course, but no one roots for us who seem so satisfied
If in the end we stumble on across the line with nothing left but pride.
“Fear of Mirrors”
Fear of mirrors does that, you know…
Disturb the pool and the image ripples.
The Persians say, “shave the head, the hair will triple!”
And so the child’s affectations grow
From infancy to childhood. The woes
Of weaning from the weary nipple
Through to youth—while the spirit merely trickles,
Even disappears within the spectacle and show
Of outward gain and inward trivial pursuit—
Place all things within the silken seasons’
Circumstantial winds’ mirages to lift high above
The nest the eagle and overshadow fears in the dove.
Still to see one’s self in someone’s glass renders progress moot:
To see ourselves in this disguise dissolves the stain of simple treason.
Posted in Lyric Poetry, Poetry, Sonnet, Treason, Youth
Tagged Childhood and youth, Existence, Immortality, Lyric Poetry, Mortality, poetry, Sonnet, Tragic Flaw, Treason, Youth
“They’re good, these kids,” He paused, and then he said,
“At the very least they’re off the street, and they can laugh,
And sing, and play the violin, and act. Our staff
Is tops, and we’ve got over sixty public productions!” And then he read
From lists of student symphonies and plays, and intramural sports,
And everything a public school could want
To please both students and their parents: “And our fonts
Are full, the possibilities are endless, quite the front porch
Place you’d want your son or daughter, niece
Or nephew, girlfriend’s ugly son, or any bona fide teen to find himself; a niche
Protected from the world, an out of sight promoter of the nouveau-riche,
The avant-garde. Our rainbow’s bright, and so’s the pot! The very grease
That’s needed for the Disney wheel of fortune here,
without the ugliness of work they make the list!”
But still it begs the question:
Are they blessed set for life
or simply fodder for the grist?
Posted in Child entertainers, Education, Poetry, School curricula, Schools, Sonnet, Sonnets, Youth
Tagged Child entertainers, Education, School curricula, Schools, Youth
“Reckon the Weight”
Reckon the weight of moonbeams through a prism’s arc, a vein
Of luck that turns the sour sod from odds to evens; the zealous sun
Retains protective all the world and while there’s time to run
The distance , youthful reservoirs are subtle in their wont to wane,
Or so it seems. Reckon passions the necessities of flight,
Thralls reduced to sprites. Loose and radiant poltergeists
Run rampant in the open day. So spin the ophanim, so please the fools;
So worship powers, principalities, their mantras’ threads on golden spools,
While noxious winds care nothing for the scattered seed
And in the end it is the loss of breath that kills and not the cross that bleeds
Us all to death. Just so tonight, all virtues’ yeasts released in spores
that float freely in the early summer’s musky air,
At least till dawn. You’ll want the world to see your footprint there
And how you moved it all , and how you spread the stuff
Of legends, words made crystal or close enough,
and further, some few diamonds in the rough.
….painting at top by Reginald Marsh…
Posted in Imagery, Imagism, Lyric Poetry, Noxious winds, Poem, Poetry, Samsara, Sonnet, Sonnets, Summer's musky air, Youth
Tagged Diamonds in the rough, Ophanim, Passions, Poltergeists, Powers, Principalities, Sprites, Summer's musky air, Youth, Youthful reservoirs