Monthly Archives: September 2012

Incantations

With an undulation,
waving her hand on the wind
rushing past,

it is an enchantment.

Her fingers implore the unveiling world
in a rush of
trees and rocks and hills
and acres and acres of wheat,
traveling through time.

And in her mirror,
the horizon slips back
into a crouching
somnolescence,
a dutiful servant
after submitting to her charms.

A discrepancy in the portrait of the poet

I am struck by her smile, in a fashion of
a Rubens painting, with no bared teeth,
her contentedness demonstrated
with the upturned corners of her lips
and the slight pursing of the philtrum.

Her blue eyes, with the intent
of charm, gaze to a lens
focused only on her moment.

Yet, the little wisp of her auburn hair
that she holds aside,
with a barette
– unseen.

Some things are

All for naught, he sometimes thought,
those very words that kept escaping

From his sight towards the light,
leaving him, all once, forsaken.

Empty minds with nothing – kind
as like a flighty pigeon taken.

Count obsession, three of seven
those whose thoughts that are not shaken.

Sliced as such, but not too much,
when they only just awakened.

Cupboard’s bare with little spare,
save pumpkin bread and crispy bacon.