Best Discoveries Poems
time, conflict
New Discoveries © Tanka
Ninety-nine bottles of beer
A discovery
Is learnt through out time
Cyclic changes one forever
Mind your P’s and Q’s!
Discoveries
A child put her small hand
in my big hand.
Trusting me to show her
the world.
As we walked, she suddenly knelt
and stared with wonder
at the ant
crawling along the ground.
She put her little hand
back in my big hand.
And we continued
so I could show her
the world.
She froze and looked up
As the sound of far-off honking
heralding a flock of geese
coming our way.
Again we set off
hand in hand
to see the world.
She stopped and laughed
as she lifted her smiling face
to feel the wind softly blowing
through her hair and across her cheek.
I put my big hand
in her little hand
and we continued on our journey
of discovery.
DISCOVERIES
Along a summer street crammed to bursting point
By an indifference of brick walls -
I come across a suddenness of dandelions
On a bulding site after the rain falls.
A sea beach filled by desertion
And rock pools half-buried,
With a rusty shell casing abandoned
In retreat by ranks serried.
Rain and sea offer nothing
New, merely reveal near-forgotten
Implants in the stream of time sodden .
Every step
we learn.
Every step
we discover.
The things we never knew,
thought we would never know,
there it is !
Because we searched.
in amazement in front of us
was hidden all this time,
hidden only from those
uninterested.
But those among us
wanted
before we depart,
one more thing we learned,
one more step - we are
wiser. older.
(April 02, 2020)
upon seeing the potted flowers in the store
so beautiful, so seemingly original in all their
majestic aura, flirting with all the senses,
taken in by the smell & aroused by the touch of the
petals,
the onlooker wants nothing more than to take the
flowers home & make them their own,
so that they can place them on the windowsill
in order to catch the rays of light &
stir up the apartment, if possible,
with a new way of looking at the world---
in the same way we see beauty in other attractive human beings &
we want to smell, taste, touch them & then, unfortunately,
the need to possess them infects so many,
where taking them home &
placing them on the shelf so that no one else can get a good look at them
except through a thick pane of glass
still seems to be proper etiquette in the
21st century---
this invades what might of once been something of a pure
motive---
when already the ball has begun rolling,
the person stashed on the sill
finds themselves wondering what exactly is going to become of this
new relationship,
as the newness starts to wither
much like the flower on the sill whose watering gets neglected
as the days pass,
the new flower has made plans to leave
the next time it gets a chance &
that lone stroller who initially found such beauty
will never get to delve deeper into the complexities
which come with fostering discovery
instead of placing on the shelf someone
whose aesthetic beauty only captivated the onlooker for just so long &
when they are gone,
the lone stroller finds themselves knocking up side their own head
because the discoveries that could have been had,
the overwhelming interesting things that comprised the flower so quickly shelved,
now can never be known.
and the taste of unknown fruits
the rough-skinned oblong bud
the smooth texture of the pyramidal shell?
now without a palate like a dead Pallas
or like all dead things
who did not absorb the taste of distant fruits
for example the apples that bloomed on Sirius
and its unthinkable taste of universe
as far away as the gidean persimmon in algeria
like gauguin's mango on papeete or moorea
your mother insisted so much on it
the health contained in these items, you know?
and now there's blueberry season
romanesque pomegranates
I remember ceausescu died in 89
as you get older you remove stickers from your album
first fold it carefully and put it in another pile
they become dusty
they grow ears and then they get greasy
you throw this little pile in a corner
in the end put it out
and the monte mor diminishes more
one point for whoever bites the pear
from the still life painting of cézanne
another point in sacrificing a lily in the garden
to plant the vine in its place
always bacco - evoé bacco
when I had no idea about anything
child i looked at the christmas tree
balancing on Crocodile brand kerosene can
beside the coffin with my little dead brother
back then if you walked a few kilometers
throwing stones at sparrows
arrived at the curve of the planet
there was the clear lake of walden canoe on the shore
an ecstasy for a dreamy boy
the araucaria lost its boccia of pine nuts
and they're brown in the grass by the lake
would then be roasted over an old man's fire
his face lit by the embers
is crossed out with radiotherapy blue lines
when it gets dark there's a mess of fireflies
squeaks peeps grunts woe and the old moon looks friendly
and you see in it that crater, the eastern one
hour of fresh pears
sour bergamots
strawberries rubies
time to confess:
I wanted to go down in the well
reach the icy water
inside I would look at the sky and ask
close the lid
please close the lid!
I finally feel sheltered
I'm finally home
My latest piece is too long the poem section - so it's in "Short Stories."
It's called "discoveries"
I could shorten it - but why? *shrug*
Here's the link:
www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/discoveries_10810
I hope you like it!
A wee lad, tresses from a day's play tousled
Squinted up at a cavernous sky to find
Where the moon and stars were twinkling tonight
Mapping out bears and lions in his pint-size mind
Time's passed, he now employs a telescope
His stellar scientific maps delivering hope
Of discoveries to change the way grown men think
~ Yet to a wee lad's curiosity will they be linked
Do all things that happen to us,
Have an undiscovered reason behind them?
Or some things are just meant to be,
The way they are?
When a little child slips and falls while playing,
Does the reason behind him falling, ever bother him?
Or perhaps, when a man is fighting life's toughest battles,
Does he ever realise that these battles are meant for him,
To learn from his past mistakes and grow through the journey?
Are we really not thinking enough,
Or is it that we're just over analyzing?
Well, I'm not very certain,
For, I'm still a young learner,
Who is yet to unleash the concealed discoveries,
That Life has to offer!
All I know is every single step one takes ahead, counts!
If you wish for new things to discover...
Stop walking on paths that aren't new!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 March 2022
The line that separates romantic and platonic feelings
Has always been very thin,
Very blurred
Believing it was supposed to feel like so
But when my best friend told me
she's never thought of girls in that way...
Something shifted
I realized
Under the influence of heartbreak,
The guise of embarrassment,
Blurred and thin lines
Are never straight.
R-oaming
E-verywhere
T-o
Collect
H-appiness
E-xplores
L-ovely
L-andscapes
©bfa060825
Monocrostic (Birthday of Retchell A. Paiste)