With serpent it's woven in clew
near heart it makes sorcery truly,
with pigeon all days it is new,
It's cooing in white window newly.
Then in a bright frost it will spark,
In slumber of gillyflower
it will show itself, it is mark
of gladness and peace and good hour.
I know it is crying so sweet
in violin's pray longing style
And it's scary to find out its weep
again and again in new smile.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Anna Akhmatova
Categories:
clew, allegory, emotions, feelings, love,
Form: Lyric
I ascend upto the sun
And bathe in light amidst the darkness
Around me, the stars;
But shining none
Fervid feels and freezing soul.
Floating adrift, shackles apart, afar.
Source?
Destination?
I'm truly unsure.
Is all this dry water or rogue car?
Should I panic or savor this bliss pure?
Devoid of love, sadness, shock or joy
Just fear;
Grim as the place.
And hope, bleak;
As bright as dawn.
Is this Satan's playground or God's ploy?
Distant yet visible, a tiny clew blue,
Scream, I howl, no sound escapes
Is this a parable dream, or the final transcend?
A venture to stellar hell or heaven unknown?
And there it is!
The beacon of life,
Either perish or go back to all that's mine
My way out, or illusion of choice?
One way to know, I reach out an.............
Categories:
clew, anxiety, emo, fear,
Form: Free verse
Within my brain there’s residue
Of many things that I once knew
And on occasion, from the blue,
A word appears, as if on cue.
For on my phone, the word on view
(A daily treat, each morning due)
Was one for which my mem’ry drew
On Theseus, the hero who
Was seeking out an avenue
To leave a maze he’d ventured through
And did so, when he used a clew*
A maiden gave, who loved him true.
I’d read this tale (one of a few)
When I was young; as knowledge grew
I never thought I could construe
The key to “clew” without a clue.
*a ball of thread, yarn or cord
Categories:
clew, memory,
Form: Monorhyme
clew
a thread
unraveled
it pulls me back
away from the scene
where I had done battle
other heroes are god-touched
their fathers' powers aiding them
sore and wounded ... I retrace my steps
the heartstring of my love will pull me through
Categories:
clew, adventure, god, hero, love,
Form: Etheree
'Tis know wander nor em aye telling yew anything gnu,
Hour tongue is awash with homophones confounding me end ewe.
Ah, two sea thee broad expenses from a towering mountain peek;
Thee pristeen see, thee rolling veil end meandering creak.
Watt a thrill two watch thee eagle as it sores threw thee heir;
With incisive ayes it seeks its pray with indomitable flare!
Sergeants ar knowted four naming voluntears write out of thee blew,
With that knot sew subtle commend, "Eye knead you, ewe end yew!"
Watt they were volunteared fore, they haven't thee slightest clew,
Butt that is a part of army life, beeing tolled watt two dew!
Wee're tolled inn thee Good Book that inn thee grate buy-end-bye,
Wee shell awl return two dust wen it comes hour our too dye.
It can bee etched upon my stone wen my life comes two a cease:
"Though he maid grate youse of homophones, Mae he lye inn piece!"
Categories:
clew, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
A WREATH FOR SAINT VALENTINE’S DAY
A clew within this virgin card from the head
Which you denied and now which gives you hope
Has come to me. When you opened your mouth
The scent of honeysuckle drenched my shoulder
Your hair tossed, though neatly cut
Still betraying my wild, rapturous caress
Your eyes, that were soft, are now sharp -
Knowing pollution, spoilage, missiles;
Behaving with me with speech-robbing words,
Soul-hurting cynicism, lethal logic.
Now I’m staked to the ground, a paling
Around my house where golden children
Will never flower, who once flowered
In your heart of satin’s reddest hearts.
By Rosemarie Rowley
Categories:
clew, absence, break up, farewell,
Form: Sonnet
a maze meant to spin ball of yarn to show the way mentor's double axe
Categories:
clew, allegory, books, confusion, irony,
Form: Senryu
It was morning
and I found myself mourning,
for the child who'd disapeared.
In this court of illusions
I got caught in the madness;
my fatal flaw.
Now wrapped in sadness,
caressing the floor,
anonymity the honored guest.
Perhaps I should have guessed this outcome;
Perhaps
I have grown; a man, become.
Leaving innocence to groan
in defeat.
Tears, like dew, upon the glass
slip into memory; payment due, now paid.
This clew of life, unravelled,
with no clue of beginning or end.
I knew this death approached;
treated it as a new challenge to overcome.
Now I know;
No bravado can save me,
to late to write the rites to right my wrongs.
I abandon my childhood in graveyards of yesterday.
Shut away those screams.
Categories:
clew, loss, sad,
Form: Free verse
Looking aloft
Envisioned dream
Dawn at Sea
Tides crash abeam
Seas mystery
Attempts to bend
Ready bow
Sails to mend
Backstay about
Apparent wind
A close reach
Clew torn within
Navigated course
Needed cleat
No buoy insight
Captain feeling beat
One sits astern
Another alee
Corrupted chain plate
Desires to flee
Thoughts come about
Center of effort tried
Eye of the wind
Heel another tide
Weather the storm
Splice, I say
Tell-tales in line
Not falling off today
A painter, grommet
Ship shape, spreaders sway
Searching, missing hanks
Love of the seas headway
Staysail
Categories:
clew,
Form: I do not know?