weather forecast: June by PolarAnemone, literature
Literature
weather forecast: June
take in the view from the more gravelled road: you have a spoonful of love and dripping. vowels of awe & consonants of comfort - it is a simple language you speak in. they will pick you in full bloom and strip you to fiber, they will slam your voice silent on pages of herbarium, they will plaster scary labels Faggotia vulgarius, how silly of them to want colorless gardens. stand strong like you are - resounding mountains, tongue like a bowstring that shoots "I am" proudly with the delicacy of honeycombed hair and fierce bravery of a hurricane.
dear floor, I'm sorry for walking all over your squeaking joints and herringbones, for many spilled drinks & hard tapping heels - if I settled in you, I'd quickly outgrow. the breeze of midsummer calls at the front door. there is more to see than the tower of Pisa stacked in the sink, but today I am greeted with . . . hostile silence. I am anxious like a schoolchild playing truant for the first time - - not a whisper to be heard - so please, dear floor, squeak and scrunch and creak and groan. make me a librarian of laughs. make noise. make me a rainmaker with the waltz of my toes. roll my tongue into a whimsical clef. ripple the stillness of the ocean's depth. look, last Monday I threw a coin into a fountain (plus five more due to financial crisis) so my investment must amount to something: it's not that long until we take over the streets once more -- with laughter
✦ ✦ ✦
I am the sparks from a lost connection,
impulse on wires seeking a listener;
an unheard reply, silenced and aimless,
speeding in no apparent direction.
I can't stay afire - but before I'm smothered
by cold rooftop winds, I'll snap underneath
the talons of ravens, make them descent and
watch their arched wings spiral in turbulences.
╱ ╱ ╱ ╱ ╱ ╱ ╱ ╱
╱ ╱
my parents spoke languages of the great and grandest:
they were left cryptic symbols I could not pronounce
nor comprehend - I was merely a jester, a kid in a temple
of adamant logic and holy symmetry; what I remember
are delta-phi-sigmas inscribΣd Φn the ωΔlls, forming
a score of astral melodies, a perfect pitch sound.
Euclid stood by the altar, Pythagoras was the priest
at funerals of fallacies buried deep underneath
remnants of uncertain theories; they were plucking
off pages enwrapping the ripe fruit of wisdom
only to break humanity's savage, primordial teeth
on its tough seed. I used to hear my father join
the chantin
┌───────~◊@◊~───~◊@◊~───~◊@◊~───────┐
│
│ my train of thought is plodding
│ towards uncharted territories
│ across the globe.
│
│ back and forth
│ goes the antique clock - same old,
│ same old chimes from two great wars
│ ago. I swear the pendulum's winking,
│ as if to make me indulged in gold plated
│ t
rose petals, wildflowers, sparrow on a wire by PolarAnemone, literature
Literature
rose petals, wildflowers, sparrow on a wire
one mountaineering sigh of a homeless bird -
he shudders and claws the worn-out pedestal
tight, with neck heavy from holding pride
to rest from the acrobatics of survival.
he strives to keep guard, remain a black stain
etched on afterimage of sweltering high noon;
sepia wings fluttering, sunny rays flattering
but he's never quite been an entertainer.
instead he waits for silk butterfly wings
to weave a tinged blanket over the horizon;
down below, a green symphony of growth -
little wildflowers sway in a windy cradle.
he blesses the weather for repeating itself.
seasoned venturer knows: after rock and roll
comes pitter-patter of rain, and f
there is afterlife
for lost places -
deep down
in Atlantis
you look through
distorted mirrors
and don't sense the earth
trembling.
you remember bullets ripping with rage
through the crystal shelter -
the moment you understood
no-one bears a sword
anymore.
the muses went silent
near the azure shore;
sunken lungs of yours
sound hollow,
l
o
w.
(hello?)
rippling waves
do not absolve
from insane dreams
and delirious hope.
bitter words
slowly dissolved,
soaring chords
reached the last edge -
the waves bent
and you waved
away.
man of few words. self-proclaimed poet. human rights & mental health advocate. comfourtably introverted. tea conneseiour. science entuthsiast. in dire need of a dictionary. every fave & comment is appreciated!