1. Hyde/Hide
¿Who is the one?
¿The one you call me?
¿What is this image?
¿That you say you see?
¿Wearing my visage?
¿And inside my skin?
¿The one in your lies?
¿That you choose to spin?
¿The one in your eyes?
¿Yet not inside mine?
¿That’s of your creation?
¿And inside your mind?
¿Of your imagination?
¿The one you call me?
¿Who is this person,
Who could they be?
2. Jekyll/Heckle
¡That’s not who I am!
¡No that is not me!
¡A pale imitation!
¡A false memory!
¡A failed recreation!
¡You made out of wire!
¡A mannequin in the nude!
¡You clothe with your desire!
¡Contrived and misconstrued!
¡You carve me with a knife!
¡Rearrange my features!
¡And redefine my life!
¡I’m not this strange creature!
¡The person you call me!
¡That’s not who I am
Or I’ll ever be!
Categories:
diptych, angst, confusion, dark, identity,
Form: Free verse
WHEN LETTERS DANCE ON THE PAGE
“Disappear,” I said.
They denied.
Didn’t the Casanova at the theatre
Return my ravishing smile last night?
The burgundy magic on greys!
Ironed with botoxed shots
The dry asparagus turns glossy;
Ready for the salad?
Midriffs declining, disappearing -
Decelerating; the passion of aping
A teenager for a climacteric but works.
The dried raisins, falling leaves
And the faded chrysanthemums-
Augmented, tucked in, liposuctioned.
The one who was being stared at,
Loses it all ; the pretence withers,
The efforts in vain.
I loved them the most
But they now scare me-
The letters diffusing, hyperopic.
Behind the lens, the zombies
Make me close my eyes- the mirror
Was never so unfriendly.
Progressive, focal, horn-rimmed,
Rimless – nothing works. They just
Simply refuse to go.
At the restaurant, travelator, bus
My glory shrouds as I struggle to
Settle the glass diptych on my nose.
“Disappear,” I say to them.
They deny.
Categories:
diptych, allegory,
Form: Blank verse
Quietude instills itself within my psyche
as I most
facinated with The Wilton Diptych created by an artist
unknown
marvel over deep royal blues and sparkling golds
as the shimmering wings angels surround the protagonists -
this is what peace must be like I muse
a non doing of the physical body
of sublime centering
and contemplation
while beauty strikes an etheral poise
and balances itself
upon a tower of smooth grey stones that are seemingly fused together
impending and surreal moments of serene bliss
grip my inner thoughts
driving all confusion away
as the Diptych takes my breath away
it's glorious
portrayal
painted forever.
Canada
Categories:
diptych, art
Form: Free verse