Daily Archives: July 7, 2023

July 7, 2023

A GIRL WITH KALEIDOSCOPE EYES

By EPRobles

WHEN i think of my precious mind
and i am just down there
just one more wine ~~ we’ve all
gone crazy ., in the small room sitting
and thinking, “Just one more drink”

rolling inside the head /that had
me almost tied\ like butterflies
flying away bye bye | i saw her
: alice running inside the Rabbit
Hole \ reality hypnotized almost
had me tied || i now realize
how the never showers of rain
like dirt dammit — i am sick
and tired of my head but someone
saved me______almost had me roped
and tied ~~~ and like butterflies

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –

We ate marsh mellow pies and coughed
a lung and used it as an umbrilla

The deep immortal human wish,
the timeless will:

           Cinquez its deathless primaveral image,   
           life that transfigures many lives.

   Voyage through death
                                 to life upon these shores.

And the line at the theater was long so we rode off
finding silver roads and lights within the skies

And Gluck said:

It is not the moon, I tell you.
It is these flowers
lighting the yard.

I hate them.
I hate them as I hate sex,
the man’s mouth
sealing my mouth, the man’s
paralyzing body—

and the cry that always escapes,
the low, humiliating
premise of union—

And lucy sings her song in the skies

…

:: 07.07.2023 ::

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July 7, 2023

ODE FOR EMILY

By EPRobles

In twilight’s tender glow, a moonlit dance doth sway,
A noble laureate’s verse, in eloquence does portray.
With masterful cadence, the words take flight,
An exquisite choreography of poetic might.

The poet’s pen, adorned with whispers of the day,
Paints a canvas of beauty in each chosen phrase.
Bathed in the silver luminescence of the moon,
Love’s tapestry unfolds, a masterpiece to swoon.

As night’s opus commences, stars heave a passionate sigh,
The poet’s verses softly whisper, as the night draws nigh.
Each line, a gentle step from celestial realms above,
Revealing tender secrets, embracing introspection’s love.

Melancholy’s grace imbues the first act’s sway,
Moonlit shadows pirouette, revealing souls at play.
The moon, a muse, ignites the heart’s true yearn,
Unveiling depths of longing, love’s eternal churn.

As the ballet of words unfolds, the moon’s allure does grow,
Its radiant light illuminates the dancers’ introspective flow.
Emotions ebb and flow with each poetic leap and twirl,
Guided by the moon, the conductor of the soul’s unfurl.

The second act arrives, a waltz of tender hearts,
A rhythmic interlude where introspection imparts.
Each fluid movement, bathed in the moon’s adoring shine,
Whispers of the night, entwining love’s cadence divine.

And now, the grand finale, love’s climax to embrace,
Moonlight’s Reverie ascends, passion’s glowing grace.
The moon assumes the role of a maestro wise,
Guiding the dancers with ardor, unveiling introspection’s prize.

In the tapestry of moonbeams, the ballet finds its rest,
Yet its echoes linger, love’s whispers manifest.
For Moonlight’s Reverie, a soul’s eternal quest,
Forever echoing, as noble laureates attest.

So let us revel in the moon’s celestial glow,
As Moonlight’s Reverie in our hearts does show,
A dance of love and longing, an introspective call,
Emily’s spirit lingers, guiding us through love’s enthrall.

:: 07.06.2023 ::

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July 7, 2023

DOCTOR BEAKY OF ROME

By EPRobles

AT the scene of suicide
plague doctor of Marseilles
stopped by with two small
nose holes in a mask;
a respirator containing
aromatic items — beak
holding dried flowers

Blessed is me
while i am a beak of terror
keeping away evil smells

All according to miasma theory
all my costume kills
before the children wail
so i am the plague doctor
of Marseilles aka ‘Dr
Beaky of Rome’
Follow me into the Sun

So follow me as One
such absurdity is life
to be born without a gun

i am the wounded One
you are the victim
the victim of life and love

:: 06-01-2016 ::

Poet’s Notes:

“Doctor Beaky of Rome” explores the theme of mortality and the role of a plague doctor in the context of the Marseilles plague.

The poem opens with a vivid scene of suicide, drawing attention to the dark and morbid atmosphere.

The presence of the plague doctor, characterized by the two small nose holes in the mask and a beak holding dried flowers, highlights the doctor’s role in combating the plague and protecting against harmful odors.

The phrase “Blessed is me” suggests that the plague doctor finds a sense of purpose and fulfillment in his terrifying task of warding off evil smells and the threat of disease. The reference to the miasma theory reflects the prevailing belief at the time that diseases were caused by noxious odors or “miasmas.” The doctor’s costume is seen as a form of protection that inadvertently contributes to the deaths it seeks to prevent.

The line “before the children wail” implies that the doctor’s presence and actions may cause distress and fear among those he aims to save. Despite this, he continues his duty as the plague doctor, earning the nickname “Dr Beaky of Rome” for his association with the city. The phrase “Follow me into the Sun” could be interpreted as an invitation to face the harsh reality of life, even in the face of suffering and death.

The subsequent stanza introduces a shift in perspective, urging readers to embrace life’s absurdities and contradictions. The phrase “such absurdity is life” suggests that the inherent contradictions and unpredictability of life are inevitable and must be accepted. The line “to be born without a gun” metaphorically conveys the idea that life itself is inherently vulnerable and fragile.

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