Short Orphic Poems

keen orphic reader
cabalistic tendencies
mystical and keen

enigmatic strong
a master of the occult
lively prophecies...

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on a leaf, sailing 
smoothly to bygone phrases 
laced with time I bow 
to unknown spirits, watching 
trees dance in orphic autumn...

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Ex lovebirds of 
the tamest passion can turn 
so predatory.

Passive aggressive
schoolboys who mock whistle at
ex-girlfriends for spite.

Who scatter book bag
contents in mock accidents
for supposed revenge.

As witchcraft conjured
by the nonbelligerent
to silence the bully

I summon some sweet, 
musical, lascivious
words as orphic spells

In self-effacing 
defense to tame the awful
beast with dirty magic....

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I know you craved for a poem
but there is a bigger problem:
I am stuck with the word seven
rhyming with the word heaven.
 
Maybe, from the spring I drank
merely poured verses in blank,
but no, an orphic power compels  
and the poem flees and rebels.
 
So this is the best gift I have,
perhaps gray like a cold grave.
You may even claim it is fine
but I will not write a new line,
 
until my muse arouse again
and poesy is set to entertain....

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Had I but a moment of insight true,
To echo notes of Homer's Lyre,
And wrestle from stars which I pursue,
The arctic chill of philosophies fire,

I'd wander the depths of my Eleusinian soul,
Pray the orphic note endure,
And through an image cast upon a stone,
Rise from the visible to the obscure,

And blessed may I carry in life's early prime,
Danu's symphony, hallowed vibrations,
The ethereal soul through heights sublime,
The emerging light of primordial creations...

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The sounds of words can shake the skies
or cut an ego down to size,
when knowing sages have their say
of fitting words to seize the day,
conveying wisdom from the wise.

An avid versifier tries
through orphic craft to harmonize
with sense and lyric overlay
the sounds of words.

From inner cosmos may arise
the wordless visions word defies
that seek to find a worded way
with synesthetic interplay,
and thus in poem crystallize
the sounds of words.


~ Harley White...

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