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I SEE BLUE WAVES UPON THE OCEAN’S SOUL

I

Whence does the self emerge, as I unbind from the glacial bloom?
What adoration lingers within that feminine reverie’s realm?
In love’s force, betwixt ecstasy’s embrace,
Where his palm parts the captured gull,
Unconscious eyes disclose intricate tales,
Veiling existence’s essence, that which conceals.

II

I hold affinity for all that resides,
Shadowy whispers of quotidian nourishment,
A vessel’s wake, fading into oblivion’s grasp.

‘Tis the tremor of the abyss, embracing abundance,
A woman donning stockings of ethereal velvet.

Arrange, we must, the waves, diverse and arrayed,
The melancholy, thou embodiment,
Or one who, world idolized, ventures forth,
Knees adorned with wings, poised mid passion’s flight,
Within love’s central day,
I shall never deceive, but embrace entirety’s plight.
Freedom, mine, in its cruelest form,
Behold the insular artistry,
Where danger finds solace, its taste revered.

Love, the transgressor of societal norms,
Customs yet to be acquired, in anticipation we wait,
Love, exalted, with all its rightful claims,
And the ever-transforming world,
Glimpsed through kaleidoscopic gazes, each day anew.

:: 05.21.2023 ::


Nature’s Lesson of Love

Upon yonder meadow, where whispers breeze,
I contemplate possessions, those few degrees.

For all that I claim, in worldly possession,
Pales in the light of heartfelt affection.

No trinkets of gold nor fortunes untold,
Can match the treasures within my heart’s hold.

Nature’s beauty and love’s tender embrace,
Transcend earthly gains, in ethereal grace.

The sparrows that sing with melodious voice,
Remind me of love that makes my heart rejoice.

No vast riches compare to their sweet refrain,
Their songs, my solace, erasing all pain.

In verdant valleys and on mountains high,
I find solace in nature’s gentle sigh.

The wealth of a sunset, a vibrant hue,
Outshines all earthly possessions, so few.

For what I truly own is not of this earth,
But a love that’s boundless, a priceless rebirth.

In words I shall pen, this truth I will tell,
Love’s essence, the riches in which I dwell.

So, let me surrender all worldly gain,
And cherish the love that forever remains.

In the spirit of Wordsworth, I now confess,
Love’s the only possession I truly possess.

:: 05.14.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes

The poem begins with a serene scene set upon a meadow, where the persona contemplates their possessions with a sense of introspection. The use of the phrase “whispers breeze” evokes a gentle and soothing atmosphere, contributing to the overall tranquil tone of the poem.

The central theme of the poem revolves around the insignificance of material possessions when compared to the power of heartfelt affection and love. The persona acknowledges that worldly possessions pale in comparison to the depth of emotional connections and genuine love.

The poet employs contrasting imagery by juxtaposing “trinkets of gold” and “fortunes untold” with the treasures held within the heart. This contrast emphasizes the belief that the true riches lie within one’s emotional experiences and connections.

Nature plays a significant role in the poem, symbolizing a source of solace and beauty. The sparrows with their melodious voices serve as a reminder of the love that brings joy and erases pain. This imagery of the natural world, specifically the verdant valleys and mountains, reinforces the idea that nature offers solace and a deeper connection to the self.

The poem utilizes vivid descriptions and visual imagery to create a sense of ethereal grace and transcendence. The wealth of a vibrant sunset, described with the phrase “a vibrant hue,” surpasses any earthly possessions in its beauty and significance.

The persona then asserts that their true ownership lies beyond the material realm, in a love that is boundless and offers a rebirth of the soul. The act of penning these words expresses this poet’s desire to convey the truth of love’s essence as the ultimate riches.

The concluding lines emphasize the willingness to surrender worldly gains and embrace the enduring nature of love. The poet acknowledges the influence of the Romantic poet William Wordsworth, positioning themselves in his tradition. This reference aligns the poem with the Romantic era’s emphasis on the natural world and the power of human emotions.

Overall, this poem, written in a reflective and contemplative tone, celebrates the value of love, emotional connections, and the beauty of the natural world while challenging the significance of material possessions. It invites readers to embrace the intangible riches that reside in the realm of heartfelt affection.


A Chance of Nature and Amusement

THE procession slowly moved in just-
ly attire; A COPHINUS occasioned
by wooden wheels
& solid beasts with a faire
amoretic group of ladies
joking about sprouting third
legs; but beast or not it left some
mouths agape ~
as others watering
& finally to his resting place
the elderly one was put to peace!

Poet’s Notes:

I would begin by noting the powerful use of imagery in this poem. The opening lines immediately draw the reader into a scene of solemnity and dignity, as a procession moves slowly by in appropriate attire. The use of the word “COPHINUS” adds a sense of antiquity and tradition to the scene, while the reference to wooden wheels and solid beasts suggests a sense of weight and gravitas.

The juxtaposition of this dignified scene with the humorous image of the ladies joking about sprouting third legs creates a sense of playfulness and irreverence, adding depth and complexity to the poem. The image of mouths agape and watering creates a sense of contrast between the solemnity of the occasion and the natural human response to beauty and desire.

The final lines of the poem bring a sense of closure and resolution, as the elderly one is laid to rest. There is a sense of finality and acceptance, as well as a recognition of the cycle of life and death. The use of the phrase “put to peace” suggests a sense of release and a return to a state of calm.

Overall, this poem demonstrates a keen awareness of the power of language to create vivid images and evoke complex emotions. The use of imagery and wordplay adds depth and nuance to the poem, while the underlying themes of tradition and mortality lend a sense of universality to the work. As a poet laureate, I would recognize this poem as a masterful example of the art of poetry.


Marsh Marigold

A melting clock dripping into a pool of clear tears,
stinging like saltwater drops shed by sad children.
A towering sun assaulted by the whiteness of women’s bodies,
as if they were melting into the skies as distorted forms within dreams.

i need no sympathy. The wind blows ~~ upon this cold night.

A mass of silk and lilies, cascading like several rainbows of color
and patterns colliding overlaping like abstract paintings
We all carry on like nothing really matters /no need no sympathy
A lone figure defending a wall, with colors and shapes of surroundings
melting and morphing into fantastical forms that defy logic.

Angels dancing within dizzying swirls of light and shadows, with their wings
transforming into fluid and organic shapes that blend into the surreal landscape.

Sometimes, yes, sometimes I wish I have had no body at all.

A golden current flowing with dark, tired arms that move with cool and calm rhythms,
while colors of surroundings blend into a vibrant green.
Oh moma, i fear the dark spaces and my skin glows with unknown energy!

A somber figure standing beneath a canopy of blue sky, surrounded by curtains
that transform into arches and hills that meld into the abstract landscape.
Oh, the glistening surface holds such surreal bubbles!
A liquid of deep, pale gold blankets the beds made by fate:

The little girls’ green and faded dresses morph into willows,
from which birds without reins flee, into the vast unknown.
Purer than gold, a yellow eyelid blinks with warmth,
marsh marigold – a symbol of your married faith, O Bride! –

At the stroke of noon, from its dull mirror, jealousy rises
As the rose-colored sphere glows with love: gray heat fills the sky.

:: 05.07.2023 ::

Analysis:

The first stanza presents a series of surreal images, including a melting clock, clear tears, and distorted forms. These images suggest a sense of timelessness and fluidity, as well as a feeling of sadness or loss. The second stanza introduces the idea of abstraction and the blending of colors and patterns, which creates a sense of chaos and confusion.

The third stanza presents the idea of angels and their wings, which transform into fluid and organic shapes that blend into the surreal landscape. This image suggests a sense of freedom and transcendence, as well as a feeling of disorientation and uncertainty.

The fourth stanza introduces the idea of fear and unknown energy, which creates a sense of tension and unease. The fifth stanza presents a somber figure standing beneath a canopy of blue sky, surrounded by curtains that transform into arches and hills that meld into the abstract landscape. This image suggests a sense of isolation and introspection, as well as a feeling of wonder and beauty.

The sixth stanza presents the idea of a golden current flowing with dark, tired arms that move with cool and calm rhythms, while colors of surroundings blend into a vibrant green. This image suggests a sense of renewal and growth, as well as a feeling of harmony and balance.

The seventh stanza introduces the idea of fate and its mysterious workings, which creates a sense of uncertainty and awe. The final stanza presents the image of a marsh marigold, which symbolizes married faith and suggests a sense of hope and commitment.

Overall, “Marsh Marigold” is a powerful and thought-provoking poem that uses rich and evocative language to explore a range of complex themes and emotions.


I Should Love Then I Shall Die

A heart once filled with love and hope,
Now lays shattered, broken and alone,
The pain and sadness, it cannot cope,
For all that’s left is a heart of stone.

Lost love, the death of a loving heart,
The tears fall like raindrops in the dark,
The memories of what once was,
Now only echoes of a love lost.

Once a light shone bright and true,
In this heart that beat for you,
But now it’s gone, forevermore,
Leaving behind an empty core.

Lost love, the death of a loving heart,
The tears fall like raindrops in the dark,
The memories of what once was,
Now only echoes of a love lost.

The pain, it cuts so deep inside,
A wound that time cannot hide,
The love that once filled this heart,
Now torn apart, forever to depart.

Lost love, the death of a loving heart,
The tears fall like raindrops in the dark,
The memories of what once was,
Now only echoes of a love lost.

As this heart beats its final breath,
It knows that love can bring both life and death,
And though it may never love again,
It will always remember what it once had been.

:: 05.03.2023 ::


Within The Concert Hall Alone

[As I looked into the mirror, my reflection smiled back at me with eyes that were not my own.]

As I entered the abandoned concert hall, the scent of decay and neglect hung heavy in the air, sending shivers down my spine. The only source of light came from a flickering candle on a creaky wooden stand, illuminating the outline of a cello in the corner. I hesitated for a moment before picking up the bow and drawing it across the strings, unleashing a haunting melody that filled the room. Suddenly, I saw my reflection in the dusty mirror, my eyes now empty sockets and my flesh decaying, as I realized the cello had been playing me all along, summoning the spirits of the dead to claim me as their own.

:: 05.03.2023 ::


What Love Opposed by Love?

WHAT more? If by love then by heart.

If by beauty then by lust.

One by Soul as the other by action while perjured,

the Soul, that is called blame and extreme,

is but a soundless song bird and sinking sun.

Both lost by Light requesting new days.

:: 04.30.2023 ::


River Creatures Speak

CLOSING these eyes
reaching outside all reality
you come inside inevitably
surreal being one
dancing twinkle little toes
being mice is little woe
i lost the bread crumbs of a path
inside this deep green forest
little feet wet upon green grass
stopping i look: out there, under stars,
i saw myself focus on the soul i am
reading, drawing, singing, i found a river
of rivulets and eddies swirling around me
the frog croaked, “important to be authentic!”
The tadpole, “Express your emotions with hesitation!”
The skies, “Those wo care about you won’t be bothered
by what you say, and those who are bothered
do not matter.”

:: 04.30.2023 ::


Cocobel’s Upfront Adult Conversation

Cocobel was sitting in his office when Diana walked in. He smiled at her and gestured to a chair. “Hey, what brings you here?” he asked.

Diana sat down, looking nervous. “Coco, I need to talk to you about something,” she said, fidgeting with her hands.

“Sure, what’s on your mind?” Cocobel asked, curious.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about our relationship, and I think it’s time we have a serious conversation,” Diana said, her voice shaking slightly.

Cocobel frowned, sensing that something was off. “What’s going on, Diana? You’re scaring me,” he said, leaning forward.

Diana took a deep breath and looked at Coco in the eye. “The truth is, I’ve been using you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been using your fame and fortune to further my own career.”

Cocobel’s heart sank as he realized what was happening. “What are you saying?” he asked, feeling betrayed.

“I’m saying that I never really cared about you, Willy. I only cared about what you could do for me,” Diana said, standing up. “I’m sorry, but I have to be honest with you.”

Cocobel stood up as well, his face twisted with anger and hurt. “Get out of my office,” he said, his voice low and cold.

Diana tried to apologize, but Cocobel wouldn’t listen. He called his security team and asked them to remove Diana from the premises.

As Diana was escorted out, Cocbel was left alone in his office, feeling broken and alone. He sat down in his chair, trying to process what had just happened.

After a few moments, he realized that he needed to focus on his work and his passion for creating new flavors and pushing the boundaries of the confectionery industry. He decided to put the incident behind him and move forward with his life.

In the end, Cocobel learned an important lesson about the importance of maintaining authenticity and integrity in relationships. He vowed to be more selective in choosing partners and to make sure that they were interested in him for who he was and not just his fame and fortune.

:: 04.18.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes: The chocolatier, named “Cocobel” for a chocolatier is a unique and rare name that combines “cocoa” with the French word for “beautiful” (bel). It evokes a sense of elegance and beauty, which could be fitting for a chocolatier who creates unique and beautiful confections.


I NEVER THOUGHT OF MYSELF (Emily E. Dickinson)

I cannot help but feel afraid
As I approach my final days

For what will happen when I’m gone?
Will life go on, or simply fade?

The world moves forward, ever on
In spite of all the pain and strife
It cares not for my fleeting breath
Or for the end of my own life

But though I fear what lies ahead
I cannot help but feel some peace
For I will join the countless dead
And all this life will one day cease

And maybe in that final sleep
I’ll find some rest, some sweet release
And though the world will still go on
I’ll be at peace, at last at ease.

:: 04.14.2023 ::