Life’s about distance
and lack of control
A search for redemption
someone to console
Closer than farther
then farther again
A distant horizon
new history to fend
Excuses are many
the reasons but few
Voices heard calling
though old were once new
A spirit still willing
a body that’s weak
My pathway desponding
—once more do I seek
(The New Room: September, 2023)
Categories:
desponding, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
To whom are we responding?
All bad news for desponding,
Someone's editing all this stuff,
Media and worldwide web, that's tough,
Let's examine the motivation,
Feeding us their manipulation,
Read and listen in bewilderment,
Assess the agenda in amazement,
You want us to believe that stuff?
THEIR motivation and manipulation, that's tough.
Categories:
desponding, betrayal, bullying, computer, education,
Form: Free verse
ELIOT PHRASIS 111
Dashed off by winds and rain
we have no autumnal beauty.Haps
and mishaps,vivid remembrances out
of dimness.Pray believe me a
desponding state.Faith is not easy,
no impulse of triumphant affection
no pleasure in my chagrin.This savoury
morsel of capricious prohibition,a
wise measure, quite apart from
indulgence.Hope and yearning,as
old age dims faculties, a prime
blessing, brings eager expectation
weakness and virtues.
From George Eliot Journal& Letters 1885
Listen to me read this phrasis quartet on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Categories:
desponding, poetess,
Form: Verse
(Answer to Claude McKay I shall return)
YOU shall not come again
You won’t come back
You shall not turn up, you shan’t
To chuckle and care for the ones you want to see
To wristwatch with wonder surprised eyes
For the dozy noontime shall be shadowy,
And you shall not see the way
The forest fires shall have eased off
And there shall be mere darkness, grey
Grey smoke drifting stagnantly
To the blackened grey sky without limit
You won’t reach your destination
Where many streams loiter without flowing
As huge boulders in it are embedded
Your dreams shall be unrealized
From afar ere you arrive
You shall hear the fiddle and fife
Of the village of your destination,
Eliding desponding delicious tunes
That stir to life the secreted depth of native life
Of a life of depression, nullity of life
Dull melodies of primitive, smart tunes that
Shall make you moan, this weak and vicious melodies
You shall not return, you shall not return
The pain in your heart, the soreness in your soul
Cannot be alleviated, you shall expire
Before you return your dreams unrealized
You shall not return again
Categories:
desponding, losslife,
Form: Free verse
From the pasture there I walk
With duties done and tools in hand
It fell too ear a screech of hawk.
A rabbit's fear with plumage grand,
A master of sky, and death on land.
A Devil It accrued to me
Soullessly desponding misery.
A dazzling day, a sky of blue
Without a cloud to squander heat.
Toward the East, from which it flew
Filling air with wild wing beat
A line from perch, straight and neat.
Suture and fine (it cared not if I watched)
Then in mid-air, it stopped!
And rode the crest of a wind
From side to side on outstretched wing
Gliding forward and back again.
With bowing head as searching for the thing
With eyes fitting as not in swing..
Then into the brush it ducked to dive
Reemerging with prey --not alive.
Categories:
desponding, faith, nature,
Form: Rhyme Royal