Long Tableau Poems

Translation of Eric Mottram’s TIME SIGHT UNSEEN, Part Two by T. Wignesan

"Instead of an item in a school of rhetoric, the poem could have variety of articulations, continuity and discontinuity, sentence and parataxis, and an...

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"Heart"  

Deep fissures formed
in the cracks of 
the nowhere place
where time leeched
bleeding claret 
through the green 
veined blues

protean bit by bit
the flesh disappears
prematurely 6ft under
mulch for rebirth
the subcontinent
conscientious conscience 
inward reaching

the divine central tableau...

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As hapless vapors of decay, surround us, suffocating the fecund earth. A blanket of suffocating grey, born from the diseased aspirations of humanity. We, the self-appointed masters of a planet in shambles, gaze upon the...

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As I pivot to confront my offspring, I anticipate the sight of terror etched in their innocent eyes, a reflected horror that would mirror the abyssal darkness that has long resided within me.

Instead, I am...

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Sometimes, perhaps often when we are young,
we fall in love without knowing or having experienced real love...
that's how we learn... painful at times... happy for a while... but as we grow, we learn.
And when it...

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What say you naive with all your poultice,
                     foolish fervor to your reverie!?”
“Mark me damned...

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Women look at us with unsettling eyes, undulating like the sea in a summer storm,
Hiding within their depths a universe of dreams, entwined with longing and starry glimmers,
We wonder, what do we desire, to be...

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When death had nestled, a lady overwhelmed by sleep,  
Between the chasms of my being, like a butterfly in a cocoon,  
I embraced her to my chest that whispered seraphic tales,  
And...

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Shattered dreams of New Canaan

no longer land of the free home of the brave,
original rightful occupants hoodwinked, petrified,
where diseases xeroxed
ambushed, crushed, extinguished,
squashed, trashed, wampashed,
the entire kit and kaboodle zapped
violent unwelcome intruders
celebrated acquisition or outright
annexation of...

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The Evening Soup, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s La soupe du soir

						To J.-K. Huysmans

(Verlaine here paints a stark tableau of working-class or peasant life shorn of any symbolic or imaginary references. Even if I see no...

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Most women have grown tired of just being women,
Weary of always being the flowers of unending seasons, awaiting to be plucked
And placed in vases for gazes that never feel their roots;
They, the ladies of time,...

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(Piece is intended to be the most complex vocabulary gothic ever)

Grandiloquence,
mellifluous pulchritudinous,
gaiety of quintessential moistening serendipity,
bile deluge if you show the sanguinary breath,
crimson waterfall sizzling on lava rock hellscape.

Yclept necrophelia maestra,
macabre tableau,
dips douse abyssal incarnate,
now...

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“Thick Skinned – What it Feels Like for a Girl”



When you speak 
it’s as if stars cascade
out of your mouth 
galaxies you produce
musical incantations 
that I listen religiously to 

I watch your lips 
form glistening...

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Who is this envious backdrop with tears of joy?                          ...

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On the grand stage of the world, under lights of dreams and flickering charm,
We dance our illusions, beneath arcs of sun and mysteries fashioned through dreams vast and warm.
Freedom, a chimera of thoughts and rustling...

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Written: September 30, 2023
Sponsored by: Silent One                   Pick a Colour Contest   

"There is my body,...

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In times encrypted on the membrane of the universe, beneath the cold veil of unknown realities,
Humanity, with eyes welled with tears of questions, will gradually unravel the mystery from symbols.
A thick curtain of incomprehensibility will...

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Hear the clip-clop of iambic beats
Sounds like Shelley with a side of Keats
Is that the scritchity-scratch of a goose quill flickin’
Or just the tippity-tap of some mouse you clickin’..?

So you a prophet poet, regular Marley...

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I thank all Participants in my endeavor to create a POETRYSOUP Dictionary I f YOU do not 
see Your word yet Please be Patient I was not expecting such a Great response You may 
send...

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Last winter, I dipped my ink-blackened pen into the elixir of your playful sonnets,
Allowing your soothing voice to become the master of intoxicating brews,
Reviving a vibrant infatuation, a nocturnal carnival of desires,
Drunk on the symphonies...

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Another college tour, another favor. This time it was an old schoolmate, George and his parents who were taking the official tour. I was going to babysit his little sister Mary (5) while they walked...

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Psychologically speaking, women are snakes and men are mice,
In the ancient theater of the world, where masks fall and rise in dance,
She, the slithery queen of untold stories, an endless paradox,
With a glance that untethers...

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Under the mantle of the night, where the stars murmur ancient secrets,
Destiny dances like an aurora borealis, hidden in your heart,
A fragile feeling, like the wing of an angel,
For only you hold the key to...

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A bit I have travelled, in the cities of this world
Each with a history – a tale that can be told
Through the lens of the roving tourist’s eye
Who often does, with some wonder, sigh

As an...

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The life of every man is infinite, a canvas stretched beyond the horizons,
A silent theater where the mysteries of the restless being are played without words,
Where thoughts are ships that float on seas of untraveled...

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