[Poet’s Note : this is a wry autobiographical memory written in traditional pirouette verse viz. 2 quintains, line 5 & 6 repeat, which is the toe turnaround. I wanted to write a narrative of a weird syncopated vignette, when I was knitting a pink mohair jersey at the time of my imprisonment. I reduced the narrative to a pirouette. When in prison, one of my interrogators was knitting the EXACT jersey in the exact colour & exact wool ! ie. in the final analysis, (in retrospect) everything in human life can be reduced to a pirouette, a turn-around dance ! ]
knitting a pink jersey
mohair with cables fine
to process flying thoughts
political activist
south africa turmoiled
south africa turmoiled
security police
came with casspirs and cuffs
interrogation chamber
police knit jersey pink
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Have you ever wondered about this word?
The word heartbroken, what is this?
Hearing this word seems sad, very sad
No one ever want to encounter this
But there is no choice, nothing else to do
Heartbroken define as separation
It may be a couple or loved one
Leaving them behind or begin new life
Past is the past, can’t be returned
What about the vows during marriage?
We are all created by God
All of us as well as everything
It’s sad to let one stay alone
This, in turn, may hurt one’s feelings
Let’s be here for one another
It hurts, it really really hurts
Bade goodbye to one another
Your life, my life may have ups and downs
Don’t make things that will be heartbreaking
I am being interrogated about the void.
But the void is not complete without me.
Each day, being permeated again.
With a whisper that drags me.
With the strong grip of a lonely shadow.
I am not complete without the void.
A question that's no longer needed
For its answer is largely unheeded
Where'd you go on vacation? ~
Grocery shopping & the gas station
rubbed me the wrong way
the way that you came at me
can not stand the way that
you approached me so suddenly
invading my space with your
unwanted unnecessary
unwarranted interrogation
Let the interrogation begin the Walnut King said.
I woke up tied to a steak. It was raw and rancid.
Slimy on the surface, and I was also.
What did I do? I asked.
SILENCE! The Walnut King yelled.
Someone played taps on a bugle.
I sensed things were not going well for me.
I struggled to loosen my ropes.
They fell off easily, apparently my captors were not wise.
OFF WITH HER BED! The Walnut King roared.
A bunch of acorn soldiers came rushing toward me.
They were short, so I leapt over them easily and ran for my life.
When I turned to look they were getting rid of my meat bed.
I guess the Walnut King knew just enough English to not be too dangerous….
There must be something behind those eyes
Alluring secret on thine eyes
Beneath this ground, of wooden floors
A chamber hidden so well within
There must be something behind those eyes
Alluring secret on thine eyes
Your body shakes of such news
To tell, your reasons do apply
About your fear of what doom?
A secret, of what? Do tell me soon!
Interrogation
by JD DeHart
Bright spotlight
displays the quiver
and sullying squirm
of bare blood red humanity,
pushed back in the chair,
beaten for truth.
Self-Interrogation
by Odin Roark
How carefree the traipsing inward
Responsibly free
Charging capsules
Poured golden or clear liquid
As acceptable excuse
Yet once inside
Accountability rears its head
Or heads
Never doubt guilt’s pernicious way
Whether alone
Engaged in barstool profundity
Or slumped against an alley wall
Like a magnet to the tongue
One purges
One releases
Realities better left buried
Yet
Extrication involuntarily weeps
Yesterday’s measured and careful calculation
Now but a melted glacier of ill founded confidence
A flood that will ultimately evaporate
Or find an estuary of temporary repose
One’s next morning
Via aspirin or not
Consciousness relives
What might be remembered
As progress toward…
Perhaps
For others
The hours and minutes
Seconds and milliseconds
Will be counted
Come sundown,
One’s glass is full again
Such beings peer languidly
Through reflections
Swirling memories
Determined to sip tenuously
Wanting to merely understand
The Interrogation of Prince Charming
By Elton Camp
When the prince appears with the charms
The fair maiden blindly falls into his arms
Glenda was a maiden prone to investigate
Before getting into a situation she’d hate
Was it worthwhile to elope with the prince?
She was determined to count the expense
“Have you a castle that belongs only to you
Or will your parents be living in there too?”
“How many ex-wives do you have to support?
Will you agree no new maidens to court?”
“Can you prove that you don’t have STD
Because that is extremely important to me”
“You are just a bit too charming in a way
Are you absolutely sure you aren’t gay?”
Only after Glenda has thoroughly inquired
Did she decide he was the prince she desired
Superman, Batman, and Spiderman
you too. I have a burning question
about what you guys do.
You save the world from evil am I
correct?....
And in doing so you've gained the
worlds respect.
But that's not my question before
you interject...
Its just that I've noticed somethings
that you guys neglect
Who will save you when its all said
and done?
You must know every battle can't be
won?
When you die will your legacy live
on?
Do any of you even have sons?
My interrogation here is almost
done
If you won't answer those questions
please answer this one..........
Are the tight body suits necessary or
do you wear them for
And I
From the Nebo of my knees
Searched earth, sea and sky
In vain
For what I need I already was
And what I am to be I am
Creature of his hands
He who is
And never was
And never can be to be
For his eternity
Is one now
One absolute moment
That consumes me
Into his omnipresence
Where existence
Has no plurality
For what is absolute
Must exist
Essential and only truth
Infinite
And beyond me
The finite understanding falling
For worship at his feet.
And I
From the Pisgah of my faith
Comprehend fragments
Of manifestations
Emboweled in the eternal omnipresence
Of the omniscient One.
I feel so intense
Along with shaky and scared.
They ask me questions
And I give them some answers,
But not the answers they want.