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just appeared,
a haiku migrating west, 
refusing directions, 

yet still humble.

When it was reborn as an epitaph 
on a flag at half mast, revealing 
sheer luminosity, I wondered which 
path it would light next, so I stepped back,
gracelessly stumbled on a sonnet, 
grieving, interned in headlines, 
Another Child Lost: Caught in Crossfire

It's volta found marks, intended targets.

I explored the city with the verse,
moved by its presence, bedraggled, 
yet more alive than most men. Four stanzas 
vibrated a steel drum that a student played
under a maple at Waterloo Park, fingers
orchestrating each line. Dusk crumbled
artistic hesitation, lingered upon 
the hardened smiles of cemetery angels,
and not a single device could be seen as a 
grizzled man wheeled his vacant-eyed wife
down a winding ramp, ever so slowly,
but romanticism settled on her thin shoulders, 
stilled the lost gestures of gnarled hands.

Night came while I kept the changeling
company; learning from its curves, 
trailing sidetracks, tagging reflections,
and I was torn down by its tenderness, 
inconsistency, fervidity, despondency.

I kept its pace as it walked streets, posing
a prostitute with prose, a narrative
requiring translation and a careful refrain.

Odes and free verse sent rondeaus spinning,
and before dawn, in a stanglehold dream,
it continued to transgress, multiply, 
ruthlessly, the shapeshifter grew
enfolding me in manifold truths.  


A poet is creature unlike any other... one I can only dream of becoming.

You know who you are. And you are poet. 

I love you, Guro. Stand tall. Be you. Listen to spirit... it knows, luv, it knows...


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  1. Date: 4/19/2013 9:21:00 AM
    you have definitely crossed over into a new dimension-- that intersection where the intellectual and the emotions meet... thoughtful and yet with a solid sense of passion... the Greeks felt that to live life one must have a balance between feelings and reason... this poem describes the spirit of one woman's soul in very impressionistic ways... you are the poet.. thank you for sharing this...huggs!.. a keeper!

  1. Date: 4/19/2013 12:50:00 AM
    Cyndi-poet, a very well written tribute to your soul-sister in poetry. This "maverick" person that you mention in the footnotes, appears to have an altruistic viewpoint on wot a poet is. I think on a site such as PS, we can easily call each other poets out of kindness, recognition, and the validity of communing together within poetry. But, to ponder on how some people might live the spirit of poetry before ever writing their first poem, is a fascinating and mysterious conundrum(adjectives lol!).

  1. Date: 4/18/2013 6:58:00 PM
    And to your question...YES...I'd love to hear any advice you have to give! IF i'm a poet...i'm a humble one....I'm my worst fan, I reckon.

  1. Date: 4/18/2013 6:53:00 PM
    Hmmm...I am guessing in my mind about who that might be...regardless, this is as astounding as everything else of yours I've read....I read your poems often, actually, but I know that you have quite a few fans, so I don't usually comment, as I don't want you to feel obligated to read me in turn. Anyhow...haha...I'm happy to see your comments on my work...and inspired.

  1. Date: 4/17/2013 8:57:00 AM
    This devoted piece is amazingly beyond what most of us can call brilliant! You are an amazing of the best!

  1. Date: 4/17/2013 7:48:00 AM
    This is a kind dedication to a poet, or is it the image of a poet? I really enjoyed this incredible write my friend! What a wonderful poem, Great Work!!