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The world wavers between chaos and coherence, a paradox I deeply embrace,
I question the architecture of destiny—does it sculpt us, or do we shape it with trembling hands?
Doubt floats like mist over the river, but the current beneath is relentless and determined,
I've seen ruins blooming with wildflowers, silence birthing symphonies from the depths.
I hesitate, analyze, yet I step forward, for I cannot ignore the calling,
Even skepticism cannot deny the silent insistence of flourishing possibility,
Each step an echo of doubt and hope that keeps me in a fragile balance,
A journey weaving fragility with strength, darkness with the first light.
I balance my steps on the thin line of uncertainty surrounding me,
Where ruins become canvases for flowers and symphonies arise from deep silence,
I wonder if we are sculptures of fate or artists of our own ever-changing destiny,
But I continue to move, to dream, to believe in the possibility that whispers beneath doubt.
hands rapturously slashing satori, bang !
light droplets filter down, bats brushing skin
to fly knowingly low, then water gushed
through cracks, bring —
snakes, spiders, scorpions across our toes
stones spoke in singular sighs as
golden orb set in whirlwinds high
velvet night descends, opposites attract
poles swing — >
cave was nowhere, yet everywhere
Mozart symphonies were future
shadows written on our vacant palms
to sojourn with Harry the Strandloper
was unspoken song by GRACIOUS ALL
for beloved paleo pole points, Call !
Khoisan shores we tread profoundly
adorned with seashell bracelets
before on red concert seats to
sit enraptured, opposites horned
no thoughts tornadoed continents waiting
our ignited centres spaced dichotomy
unnamed species inhabited surrounds
we knew not of wisdom pounds
crystal shafts in dimness protected
our irises reflecting stalactite,
dolomite, Dynamite !
anchovy offering themselves
for hunger appeased
white-black apart yet fulcrum starts
we were Power of One in two
~ seasons our compass
naked emperor with empress embraced
celebration, protection or
fool interventions unknown
variables, not yet defined
contrary poles merging with heather
whispering as copper painted patterns
etheric on grotto’s sotto ~
voices faraway clamped our knees
it was future shackles of Bastille
through time tunnels terrible
vacant minds a pair to stare
simply sky, earth, two lode stars as one
wolves, bears, squirrel frequencies
to dare a similar stare !
womb then lustily grew —
berries, tubers fat ripe
nipples started leaking, crows cackled
she was born in running river, pinking water
cord to trout we fed, who offered us
their firm flesh in turn
clouds melted into navel smooth
moon our compass soon enabled
cavern walls slapping spring to bring
spirit expanded fontanelle
winds chiming bells
hammer forged to chop stone found
swallows still equalled fellow tribes
harmonious cynosures more inscribed
my eyes drew out his to flush awake
nostrils flared flaked, two at stake
slowly malachite dragons dissolved
paleo quintessences evolved
swinging space-time into now
once more polarity’s
sublime ~
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3rd Placement: Premier Contest
Rob Carmack: July 26
Heart String Sorrows
Sadness pulls my heart strings
with a bow of rosin’d guilt,
tear drops stain the notes upon the page
Sorrowed cello whispers
of a soundless worry wilt,
harmonies distort beyond the stage
Out of tune concertos
midst excessive cymbals blare,
steady as the beat of gathered pain
Broken mirror rhythms
sit within the favored chair,
misery in musical refrain
Violin’d distractions
cried in melodies so thin,
echo in performed apologies
A cappella opus,
as a prelude to the hymn,
played by melancholy symphonies
Good night Soupers
behind the invisible and locked door Akashic records are re-
corded and monitored (lizards and limbic systems leak fluids)
as druids sacrifice their lives for the harvest and hum…
the swelling cities ramble and babble
beneath sagging and aging wires
disintegrating and integrating
into the impalpable web…boiling brains…
blackness eats mouths growing cancer
as the king’s atomic crown blinds all…
the owl recognizes a voice in the orderly wilder-
ness…the first flakes of snow descend…electric hell glows…
all citizens know and obey the silent titles and epitaphs
etched into our stony silence stabilizing foundations of reality…
the texture of madness caresses my psyche
my eyes envision scythes and scathing words…
…caustic causations eat reason out of my tongue… (who are you?) whispers the auto-
mated unconscious answering silhouettes with symphonies…the negative is the final
answer…contracts contract and species sizzle beneath the riddle penetrating the o-
zone…
Applauding an Acrostic Aria
Bopping to a Ballade Ballet and Blank verse Berceuse
Clapping to a Cinquain Cantata and Couplet Chorale
Dancing to a Dizain Duet
Exalting in Etheree Etudes and Elegy Ensembles
Frolicking to Free verse Folk songs and Footle Foxtrots
Galavanting to Ghazal Gavottes
Humming harmonies to a Haiku Hip Hop
Inhaling Italian sonnet Instrumentals
Jiving to a Jueje Jig
Keeping time to a Kyrielle Khaliji*
Lolling to a Limerick Lullaby
Marching to a Monorhyme Minuet
Napping to a Narrative Nocturne
Ovations for an Ottava Rima Overture and Ode Opera
Praising a Pantoum Polonaise
Quieting my quarters with a Quatrain Quadrille
Rollicking to Rondeau Rondos and Rhyme Royal Rhapsodies
Singing to Sonnet Sonatas and Sapphic Stanza Symphonies
Tapping toes to a Triolet Trio and a Tanka Tango
Unwinding to an Urban Sonnet Unison
Vocalizing a Villanelle Villanella
Whistling with a Waltz Wave Waltz
eXulting in Yaltos and Zikets
// Lines consist of a verb, a poetry form, and a musical form //
*Khaliji = modern contemporary music of Central and Eastern Arabia
I know her so well she came long ago to visit my being we share beauty and
bedlam boudoir and kindest of spirits as she walks like a cat woman hears like
a bat feeds birds quietly and soothes thunder’s volcano howls with the wolves
Klimt’s Kiss Vermeer’s Girl With A Pearl Earring Botticelli’s Venus Degas’s Dancer
In Repose Fedro’s Much Better With Age she absorbs pastels and paint strokes on
symphonies’ canvas so many facets big bangs and roaring giggling convulsions
Woman Laughing from Goya’s dark paintings a Broken Column like Kahlo’s when
some Munch’s Scream invades and infests silence deep inside her beautiful skull
Voices shout from profuse directions focus condense and refract confront tease
torment disagree and interfere with calm serene serenades when a few notes
tender chords and accord vanish into cacophonies misleading the song
I know her so well admire her resilience and how she copes with the noise the
disruption the ballet of so many different views pandemonious clangour onslaught
of turmoil while she appears calm on the surface orchestrates quiet composure
How she holds it all together I cannot nearly fathom with all jumbling distance
close to distortion and yet so far from my innocent mind but My Venus Of Milo
taught me so much most of all and over above that imperfection is a wonderful
gift to respect share with my soulmate and lover and is sound and complete
Revised and changed title 27th May 2018
My Head is pounding,
Static noise surrounding,
Everything I see.
Like Horns sounding,
Symphonies of energies,
Rippling through eternity.
Waves of the Choppy Seas,
Having their way with me.
Thrashing and crashing about,
Trying to scream,
No sound comes out.
Drowned out,
Splashing about,
Outside motion,
Creating a commotion.
Invoking the emotion,
Trapped in the ocean.
That keeps growing,
Throwing me,
Into a state,
I can't relate.
I don't think straight,
Embracing my fate,
Sitting, listening I wait,
Head pounding away,
The static of crashing waves,
Digging up Graves,
Burried within brainwaves .
In this world, I struggle to dance
But in my heart, with joy I prance.
With soaring heights of jubilation
My love for God, transcends this station.
In this body, I strive to sing
But in my spirit, grand anthems ring.
With rapturous power and harmony
I wail with ecstatic shouts of glee.
In this mind, I long to compose
But in God's love, epic symphonies rose.
With unearthly complexity and renown
I hear angel choirs and heavenly sound.
With this hand, I yearn to write
But in faith, I pen new perfect delights.
Completely delivered from carnal bounds
My hands are His, where no limits are found.
With this life, I wait until we are together
But in death, I will rush in where love is untethered.
Perfection achieved, when in heaven I'll rise
My hurts, every tear will be wiped from my eyes.
With this faith, my hope and future rest
But in Paradise, knowing and known is blessed.
Home at last, I will run streets of gold
I will race to Jesus, and loved ones to hold.
A Leaf in the Woods 8-6-26
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A Leaf in the Woods
From high above the quiet forest floor
I see the memoirs of the summers passed
Frost eaten veins reveal forevermore
The remnants of a supple life’s repast.
The leaves of maples, umber oak and birch,
Here blend into a testament of life
Prophets gone, tell of once gloried church,
Their voices speak of icy winter’s strife.
Yet I still drink the saps of summer dreams
When galaxies spin through each solstice night
Their symphonies lament the lost moonbeams
Remembering their souls through forest light.
And, when for me this summer passes by
I pray my life to grace will testify.
Have you ever exclaimed, my friend:
" How beautiful life is? "
When...
You gave your first kiss to your beloved?
You married your sweetheart?
You took in your arms your firstborn?
You had your great success in life?
Or
You admired the beauty of nature?
You scent the aroma of a flower?
You enjoyed one of Beethoven's symphonies?
You cried while listening to an opera?
You saw your most cherished dream come true?
If
You ever have uttered these four words, my
Fellow mortal,
No matter what was the reason that made you do so,
Then
Without fail you have justified:
All impediments,
All grief
All suffering,
All agony, and
All pain
That
Life has put in your way since the day
You were born!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 June 2021