"Species Nova"
A letter from Horace
today, I read,
he sends his ample
split dichotomy
he’s a writer with
novel ambitions
to shake the world
of reality up a little
make his mark
he will be read
poets are extraordinary
creatures, when extracting
charms and chimaeras
out from their heads
but isn’t that life?
my over self said
sic vita est
sine loco
ars poetica
species nova
from the place of
nothingness emerges
fromless evolution
in laureate nature
stet ante bellum
sine loco
ars poetica
sic vita est
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"He can be lofty sometimes,
yet he is also full of ...
charm and grace,
versatile in his figures,
and felicitously daring
in his choice of words..."
Categories:
chimaeras, muse, society, writing,
Form: Free verse
Lying in her long veils on the calm black water
In a dream I shall feel lull them asleep among the foliage;
pours burning love the devil's paladins;
that by starlight! of black devils and black wolves!
The wind kisses her breasts by the wave.
- a nest of mad kisses, the star has wept rose-colour.
In a slumbering alder hemmed in by chimaeras.
- from violet forests: where the stars are sleeping.
Lying in her long veils, on the calm black water
embroidered with black moss her great veils rising
mount in my soul but endless;
I cared nothing for all, hurled of the hulks hurricane,
of sour apples pale-eyed realize in antique dramas
the scented twilight, devoured by vermin
Categories:
chimaeras, allegory, angst,
Form: Free verse