In ponder and wonder I found myself deep -
In the silence in my feet.
Wondering if ever they were taking sometime off -
To rest, or crossed roads with the deep sleep.
So to spend time of days and nights on the say
"Silence makes the loudest noise "yet felt nothing
In hardest of its screams my silent feet.
As it sat as light taken to live in the darkened shade Of my eyes, to having lost the loudness of my feet -To silenced feet.
Asking if I too will ever have the chance to have
"Cold feet "in my lonely feet.
To silence feet.
Now I art in remembrance of flashes of yores before my silenced feet, with questions to -
"Why me, and why not me "be in the beginning past of my Silent feet.
For now I stand in no ponder and wonder of
My Silent feet to embrace to live not in the rest of
My body as pain but blessings
Categories:
yores, absence,
Form: ABC
Villanelle : Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
Nor of how déchets comets shunted life to arid earth
What’s our life worth if we live in mangers as bores
Wildly lashing oceans marked the limits of our maws
When travel slithered on foot mountains did us girth
Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
How many the astral bodies how shiny the lights of yores
Would clog up the firmament to keep us from eternal truth
What’s our life worth if we live in mangers as bores
Flights of human minds forged in the blasts of quasars
Can in no way enlighten the frigidity of the hearth
Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
Even if life down hère could have evolved brazen bizarres
Pluck not excuses from the skies aloof to comfort us in mirth
What’s our life worth if we live in mangers as bores
Much rather stop this brilliant race from owning stars
Than believe in the sacrosanct rule of space by earth
Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
Will life be chaste if we stoke more monstrous maws
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
yores, allegory, stars,
Form: Villanelle