for art’s sake
in his solitude
he courses level and safe landscapes
undaunted by those burdened by cliché
in his solitude
told his is beset by visions chimerical
Boschian nightmares and Charon ferrying his souls
the gryphon and the phoenix vie for his regard
deserts and tempestuous seas speak to him
in voices he alone can understand
and …
in his solitude
he fashions his dreams onto canvas
at peace with the ghosts that haunt him
____________
Life
In school we diagramed sentences
Strait line subject to the right predicate in the center
Followed by object and by modifiers below
Sentences that ran on and on followed their own diagrams
Much as did their creators
Do things really change?
___________
Pools
In her eyes I see the vastness of deserts
Sands blown by breezes both gentle and strong
Mirage and Oasis offered in equal measure
I have walked here
And am walking still
2
In her eyes I see crystal chandeliers
Glass capturing and reflecting light
Prisms of pleasures and of truths
I have visited her too
3
Deserts and chandeliers
I am torn as to which way I shall go
___________
speculation
in the floe of ice
on fire with the coldness found in pain
we can see the healing rays of light
if we look hard enough
in the churning and embryonic sea
mourning over her future children
we can understand her promise
if we look hard enough
in the knowledge that waits
just below the surface of a dream
in the fires of discord
allowing truths to be born
in the possibilities of things
that are impossible
the friend of wonder and speculation understands
__________
Dear Edgar
It was a long and dreary night
You fell into the pit
And I kit upon your shoulder
Your heart told tales of horrors
That no man should ever know
And I lit upon your shoulder
Your house fell in shambles around you
Walls cried with living souls
And I was at you shoulder
You tried to drink away the masque of death
While your screaming died from within
And I was forever perched upon your shoulder
But I must leave you now
Dawn is swiftly approaching
I am not fond of these horrors
You cannot seem to escape from
You have forgotten many things
I shall leave you now
I am tired and I am weary
Do not ask me to stay with you till the morrow
Cold and dank are your nights
Dear Edgar
Your shoulder no longer affords comfort
I desire companionship of my own kind
Dear Edgar
Stick with your horrors
Stay with your tortuous fantasies
I shall depart
Because quoth this raven
Nevermore
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your poetry is very powerful and full of rich images. I find it personally amazing that you wrote a poem about the desert and chandeliers - I myself have become curiously interested in both those things lately - mostly through my photography.
And yes, I've written poetry both to and in reaction to Poe- maybe we were twins separated at birth?
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