Hey, sir!
Why did you stop and look awhile?
Amazed by flurry fleeting fog,
or seeking sacrosanct solace
behind the calming chiaroscuro
of boundless beguiling beauty
in front of you?
Hey, sir!
Will you look back at me awhile,
and gaze upon my eyes?
I wonder if ...
a mysterious monarchial mind
I see from your back
is depicted in the way you look at me;
I want to know.
Hey, sir!
It seems you got miles to go;
Will you stop and hang awhile
to have a drink for two?
Hurry not...
And we both will ponder
on the misty haven
before the night is through.
Notes:Wanderer above the Sea of Fog, or Der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer, to give it it's original German title, is the most famous painting from the career of German Romanticist painter, Caspar David Friedrich. It was finished in 1818 and now resides at the Kunsthalle Hamburg in Hamburg, Germany.
Photo and info credits to: thehistoryofart.org
10 August 2022
'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE' Poetry Contest
1st place
A wearer of the crown
Is trained to frown
His monarchical gown.
Not for democratized town
People of renown
Sometimes go down
In assassinating ponds drown
The Dirtiest, coffee brown
Uneasy has to be the head
That is with power fed
Owner’s eyes, even in bed,
Ever watchful and red.
Uneasy lies the head,
To the others their head.
The monopolistic idea of a ninety centimetre circus tent is a mere chamber of commerce in a tea cup. Tea cups hold many cakes but cannot yet manufacture great pies or quiches. Whichever the way is the home? Whichever way the bell rings. Ding dong then. Run run run. Supper is being served. One crumb and a sliver of cheese. Great. Now sweep. Eating ecstatically every even effort. And a large dollup of tea swings from the high branches at this time of here. Thud then. Monarchial moons move. And a dish of sour cream claps. Good. Now that was the latest from the p y q reporting from zone r. Z
Let me tell you
Let me tell you matter of days
I was young enough just to play
Running without shoes in tiny legs
Collecting multiple wounds and scratches
No comparison I can make writing phase
Honestly guys those days were heavenly phase
No risk of loss in mind having fear
Only win win and laughing phase
Let me tell you meal of a day
No carrying bother was in tiffin boxes
I was free like wind in spring
Run everywhere monarchial state
Simple boy innocent was title
If I break or throw utensils
Love of sister and excuse from brother
Mother's sake was in heavenly phase
A kiss from father on spongy cheek
With sweet words and with evening sweets
Honestly let me tell you guys
I was the monarch of all I survey.
5/1/2016
Deepak Chalise.