The poet’s bright soul is shatteredDarkness shouts through the cracks Scarab enablers crawl – a cracklingof criticism, a skittering of fingertips – Over the poet’s broken shell – poor, poor poet!Her piteous sighs caress the scarabs like bees In smoke … Continue reading Scarabs Crawl Over Poetry Discourse
The crows call out from their perch on a crumbling cupola, looking down with their beady, suspicious eyes, puffing their feathers out as if shrugging off my stare. They call us out, these harbingers of prophecy and revelation. Secrets are never hidden when viewed from above, but carried on wings of distortion and spread by sharp, cutting tongues. Continue reading Vigilence
The dragonfly buzzes about minding its own business, iridescent wings flashing in the sunlight. Humans shuffle along the dirty sidewalk, tied down by the vitriol dripping from their mouths. _______________________________ This poem was inspired by the poetry of Ko Un which I just discovered thanks to Via Negativa and I’ve been devouring as much of his work as I can find on the internet today. I highly recommend reading Via Negativa, the website of poet Dave Bonta and contributing poet Luisa Igloria whose work I adore. Their site is on my Google reader and I read them every single day … Continue reading Wiggle-Waggle
