a song of middle-aged angst …shifting, drifting airs with faces and imaginary graces but never firming to the touch…Are you a shadow?Am I?Would you have me real?Or I, you? Shadows cast no pain, no joy. Their suffering is not realtheir fading glamorpassing clamornot much to be wondered at. They neither harm nor charm, passing through …
Author Archives: Ciel
IN THE CITY
In the cityI remember green you can smelland breezes you can hear;Clean rainSilent mistsSpider webs glisteningand solitudethat stretches far and wide… In the cityI live with mostly greys,Harsh vivid colorsslicing it in pieces;The smell of industyBurning coffee beans like tar;Howling trafficPressing crowds,eye never meeting eyeand solitudea tight defense around you… In the citytime is cut …
In This Season of Punditry…
What weighs two tons and wears a flower behind its ear?a hippypotamus What weighs two tons and practices medicine clumsily?a hiippocratic oaf What weighs two tons and is always under medication?a hippochondriac What weighs two tons and has an hourglass figure?a hulahoopapotamus What weighs two tons and lives under a Roman bathhouse?a hippocaust What weighed …
“Clear!”
I want my heart to moveto stir– to be touchedinto excitement,to pangs of poignancy… I want the worldto thrill me,make me laugh,delight me,inspire me to dance, to sing aloud,to share,to givefrom my own open heart… to reach out,touching other heartsgrown stiff and coldto bring them back to life,to light– where all our hearts began. ~2000 …
Love’s Not Always Pink
Love’s not always pink–It’s what you feel and livenot what you think.Sometimes it’s what you giveor are allowed to takeor nothing you can havefor someone else’s sake. Love’s not always song–its voice not always heardor clear and strong.Sometimes it’s just absurdand makes no kind of senseOr it speaks without a word,has neither rhyme nor tense. …
Possum: Caught in the Act
Upon discovering a very young, small possum raiding the cat’s food I am small I am fierce I will biteif you poke at meagain! I will gnash hiss snarl biteif you bother me,you Big! Snap hiss See my teeth? See my teeth?!keep back or I’llbite! bite! And turn off that bloody light!I’m a Creature ofthe Night!Small, …
Horse Sense
The horse in harness casts an eye of woeand plods along her daily weary path.Perhaps she dreams of places she could goAnd disregard all masters and their wrath: –Of endless meadows green with knee-deep grassand running waters cool and fresh to drink…–Of vistas wide and open… but , alas…these things a horse is not supposed …
Octopus
Lurkingloosely, blobbishlyunrolling,your enormousbulbous heada-lolling,with a kind ofneckless graceas you come pouringdown the faceof rocky covesand coral caves that shimmerwith a most enchanting glimmerthrough the roofof pulsing waves–Gem set in a jewel…Red or yellow,white and polka-dotsor maybe cobalt blue:Loosely committed to your shade,your shape also definedsort ofby whatever space you fill…And yet, in youa hunter’s will…And truth be told,you’re really rather …
LOBSTERS ON PARADE
Across the abyssal plain,in waters weighted with the entire oceanand as utterly black as night can be,lit only by the thrashing sparking flaringof creatures bizarre by any notionof ourselves, the lubberly kind… Across these heavy deepsin measured tread of little feet crustacean,they march, determined in their questwith thoughts in mind, if there is any thinking,of …
The Song of Hungry Cats
(borrowing a tune from Les Miserables) Do you hear the kitties sing?singing the song of hungry cats–They are a feisty fetch of felineswho are hunting in the thatch!Do you hear the cats’ demand?Say, do you hear that hungry sound?If you’re a mouse, you’d better runor your life is done! Will you interrupt your sleep?Will you …
LOOSELY SPEAKING... 