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VOGUE
en masse
charms
in equal
measure
so
curiously rare
previously
a pleasure
yet
unaware
with
flashes
of
liveliness
stutters
by
bound by
the diverse
so poignant
interlaced
with affectation
such
enlivening
detail
& experemental
forays
a flurry
of the innovative
now
long
forsaken
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Copyright © Brian Strand
Once upon a time
Be sit yourself upon this chair, I have a story to tell.
It is a tale I have told you before;
You have already heard it and you know it well.
But still I insist I shall tell it to you again,
So when I am gone and taken from this world,
You too shall sit someone down and begin to explain.
This story is truthfully a metaphor;
A tale to teach an image, upon which is born,
Inside a mind, not yours or mine;
But these are the words we were taught long before.
As age creeps up on us, the words may change,
But the fable and its meaning shall remain the same.
So even when we are each gone to our graves,
These images we portray shall be pictured again and again.
In winter nights when all around us is cold
And the candlelight our only protection.
We shall each of us be able to speak of this day
And the years that came before; we shall slumber with contemplation.
In dreams we shall picture the noises we have heard;
They were told to us many times, by him or by her
And as we curl up tightly in our beds at night,
We will find ourselves taken away to a new place with these words.
And when we arise in the morning light,
We will contemplate a new meaning we have gained through insight.
We shall realise the motivation to pass the torch to a new life
And the story will continue to evolve
And to grow with each passing hindsight.
With each time the story is told, it will be open to interpretation;
With each foretelling, with each piece of knowledge gained,
We are able to choose whether to tell it as fact or fiction.
The story is ours and we are all free,
To be the ones who decide if we will allow the stories ending to change.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
CHANGE
gather
together
with pleasure
&
look for
the minimal
&
remember
occasionally
cry out
cultivate
the
interesting
reputation
assured
with
mind drift
oftimes
baffled
&bored
out of focus
muse
wander
stroll
without
purpose
unfocused
untroubled
move on
with
heightened
appreciation
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Copyright © Brian Strand
An old Norwegian folktale called Per Gynt was written into a five act play by another Norwegian, Henrik Ibsen, which he called Peer Gynt, to which composer Edvard Grieg wrote his Suites to accompany the play (some of my favorite classical music). This suite of poems is an interpretation of what three of these compositions accompanied in the play itself. From Grieg's Suite #1 op. 46, though the order was switched in the play and reflected here. Further explanation is exhaustive, I doubt a Crown of Sonnets could do it justice. The suite will consist of a Couplet, a Quatrain, and a Haiku.
In the Hall of the Mountain King (Couplets)
What is this nightmare - this cursed place
where evil troll has evil face
and shouts and yells louder and louder
to slice me up, then boiled in chowder!
This place of goblins, gnomes and trolls
is made of me ... the King's my soul!
The Death of Ase's - Quatrain (his mother)
Dear Mother, we are not of the same brand,
on the one hand a lullaby, on the other a beating?
What wasted time on the cusp of love,
when instead, from that love retreating.
But now, I look upon and kiss your cold brow
and find peace in that always troubled face;
I see hope there, to someday find the same -
for this mortal life I gladly will replace.
Morning Mood - Haiku
on this desert morn
robbed by friends and sought by beasts ~
a peaceful sunrise
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” Rumi
Upon my quest for quintessence.
I was an amorist,
positive in poetic philosophies.
Elysian and empyrean effigies,
enlightened in an ephemeral existence.
Life a fragile garland
festooned with a frangipani fragrance,
meandered in meadows of melodies,
a mouthpiece to a frivolous flute
but gone are lucent lusory lullabies.
I turned to the ballad of birds.
Dulcet desires dreamed of diamond drops,
dulcifluous, dulciloquent and diaphanous.
Delusions led to an interpretation of illicit illusions.
I became a metaphor for afflicted adjectives.
Mimesis mind became brittle and barren,
aphonic and amort - a crestfallen conscious.
A wild wallflower in an orchard of opal orchids,
slowly decomposing - in silent semblance
clocks won't stop for sojourners of the soul..
I searched for footprints left behind,
upon porcelain seraphic shores,
but knavish kismet lay lamenting,
disconsolate upon a distant island,
manifesting murmurations of a
maleficent maelstrom monsoon.
My life was once a
razzmatazz of reflections
gold, ivory and bronze,
but now silver sighs slither,
releasing a soft susurrus,
as once sapphire sylphlike skies are
now vermillion and violet visions.
Haematic horizons close the gates to heaven,
yet in my ruins, I know there is fortune,
as I polish my mirror of misfortune,
hoping it glows in canorous colours.
RUSTIC BEACONS
overgrown
crowded busy
shrouded in mist
understated
austere
stark subtle
undulating
stripping away
to
near abstraction
a motif
an echo
pitched
touches
the tonal unity
until
disposed
unseen
interrupts
the minimal mood
in the shadows
closely
exploring
this moment
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IMPRESSIONS of REALITY
becoming
enmeshed
in endless
detail
in the shadows
startling
depictions
turmoil
&fireworks
with
extreme reactions
the
interconnectedness
of
change over
time
raising questions
reflecting
the influence
both
inspire&
surround
to
shape ideas
&present
emphasising
the integral
soundings
& thus
showcases
the
three-dimensional
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
RECITATION
introduce
initiative
to focus
encourage
&light up
understanding
a natural
exploration
in
the
landscape
of
emotions
a notion
trailblazing
the spoken
word
exploring
initiative
clarfying
feelings
releasing
stillness
&
contemplation
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Copyright © Brian Strand
Cross has many meanings and symbols in everyday life
It can be described as a facial expression of distaste or strife
To cross someone, a person hurts others for their own sake
A Cross is also known as the place Jesus died for us on the stake
Many people wear cross pendants, they are seen worldwide
“To Cross” can also be a bridge or road to travel to reach the other side
Cross can be patterns to follow to make some clothes or knit
Cross stitch was seen as a popular craft from the eighties, often in a kit
Cross can be a grade school memory of crossing your t’s and dotting your i’s
Cross reminds me of hot cross buns, their taste and smell are such a high
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PATTERNS
smitten with
the
irresistible
uninterrupted
shape
a
retrospective
circle
as a
means
of expression
beyond
the means
of
expression
&
profound
infuences
are
pictorial
innovations
irregular
in
defiance
&affinity
a
sharp instant
of
simplicity
not fickle
but
evolving
with
fresh eyes
into
serene
naturalness
inevitable
&
complete
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand