BLUE LAKE
droplets rained into the blue lake of his face.
dust might fly from erasers, no—
they’re trapped in a purple jar.
even if released, they cannot capture
her personality traits.
dry bones can be pieced together
but without a blast of air to the nostrils
the soul lies in a heap.
death is an empty room
with no hope of a skeleton
to clatter dishes in the sink.
he goes on and on and on…
he wonders why
the cardinals and does still dance
at his birdfeeder,
as if happiness was just inches away.
he downs his martini
then another olive
is spent
thinking of a mere few months ago.
cosied up under a blanket
the light from the t.v.
in her eyes;
her photo and urn
watch him
observing t.v.
without her.
she cannot turn away,
cannot dry his tears—
both feel utterly
helpless
in the circumstance
of death.
8/8/2021
Categories:
cosied, grief,
Form: Free verse
A science teacher (of all people) taught me
that triangles and squares were once in unity
they were lines that cosied together
like a fistful of newly risen feathers
But the triangle became infatuated
with the wedge between two numbers
on a clock and it graduated
The square crushed crazily
on the symmetrical corners of a box
and grew three more lines fatally
a mathematician congratulates the tringle and square
for their courageous transformation- they cannot compare
a philosopher considers
that the shapes could get the jitters
a romanticist mourns the loss of two lines
who were as interlocked as vines
Categories:
cosied, love, philosophy,
Form: Elegy
Venerations Ablazed
Altruist veneration in an endeavour
Let the dew drop onto the leaf
Untamed dew,but chose to fall
Upon the sordid soil in grief
Blossomed lilac benignly pleased
Nectar! quench the beetle's thirst
Beetle in lieu fought to escort
Whimsy pollen along the dust
Clumsy pebble lost in womb
Sharpened and curved surfaces
Blisters on foot may rest for a while
Edges shed mighty all graces
Canvases all soaked in blues
Palette when agreed to save
Offerings of the candid quill
Rendered oblations of nave
Ethos forayed,venerations ablazed
Weary arms cosied endeavour
Clinched in the stead of hatred
He hustled his frump manoeuvre
Categories:
cosied, slavery,
Form: I do not know?