The crab, it had one tiny claw; it couldn't be its first. What kind of species harvests limbs? Oh, they must be the worst.
Claw Harvesters [Common Meter]
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Category Archives: Poetry
Sympathetic Flow [Common Meter]
The stone man flows; the snake creeps down - arm becoming viper. It's slow, but silently it flows, stealthy as a sniper. And though he's stone, I feel him go via sympathetic flow. Mirror neurons fire in my brain, taking me high to low... or so it feels.
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Chennai Limerick
"How big 's the beach?" asked a tourist in Chennai "the beach is half-a-klick," came the reply. "No, he's got it wrong; it's six K. M. long, but it is almost half a klick wide!"
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BOOK REVIEW: Selected Poems by John Keats
Selected Poems by John KeatsMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
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This collection of sixty-one poems from the early 19th century British Romantic poet contains a diverse cross-section of poems. While 61 poems might not seem like a substantial selection by today’s standards, this volume includes several long form poems such a “Lamia,” “Hyperion,” and a long excerpt from “Endymion.” It includes all of Keats’ most popular and anthologized works, including: “Ode to a Grecian Urn,” “To Sleep,” “Bright Star…,” “To Autumn,” and “Ode to a Nightingale.” Among the works included are short, medium, and long poems; rhymed verse and blank verse; sonnets and ballads; love poems, nature poems, Greek Mythological fan fiction [in verse,] and homages to important influences — e.g. Shakespeare.
Keats died at 25, making it all the more impressive that he had a body of work from which such a fine selection could be pulled. His imagery is vivid, and his lyricism is musical. I’d highly recommend this collection as an excellent overview of Keats’ poetry.
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Walking [Common Meter]
The columns of the forest lift the vaulted canopy. I walk down below on the trail that parts understory. Each step through the loam brings me home to barefoot days of yore. When I thought nothing of placing skin to the forest floor -- while letting the woods become me as I grew into it; I would yield my identity. To nature, I'd submit. And in a walk, I did become everything and nothing, falling into a peace at once humbling and stunning.
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Bishkek Limerick
A baker from the city of Bishkek made breads that were so fully bedecked - the patterns so fancy - I felt so unclassy, devouring every last crumb and fleck.
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Persistence of Youth [Senryu]
Border [Prose Poem]
Three shambling silhouettes stagger through the fog toward the river / border. Will they see before being seen? That is the question. If not, they may hear shots as their bodies are already crumpling, pierced by bullets that out-speed the rifle crack.
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Almaty Limerick
A visitor to scenic Almaty was dismayed to find no apple trees. He couldn't be blamed; it's right in the name, but he's stuck with a store picking spree.
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Teaching Tree [Haiku]
robe-wrapped tree, standing like an old monk teaching stillness
