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Brooding

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Green lights

An orgiastic future fades

How to grasp when the tension

Between the possible and impossible

Fails?

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A blueish lawn turns frosty

And naked feet will never progress

Along the faded roses.

Futile fears

Turn the city into shadows

Wailing about their loss.

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We live in obscurity

Possessed by reckless

Dreams that were

Never meant to succeed.

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© HMH, 2021

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Ball playing Mongrel

Flapping ears mark her longing to fly

But the bitch never misses a ball.

Frisbees, sticks, anything will do

She catches high balls or curves

Gleefully straining and running for her life

Jumping higher than any cow, trying for the moon.

Grannies and children beware!

The exuberant buoyancy of this dame

Takes no prisoners:

Greetings mostly end with mongrel and co in a heap on the floor.

Walks become exercises in sounding

And working like an express train

Steam engines can’t hold a candle to

The hard work initiated the moment somebody offers to put her on the line.

Blue-black eyes glitter at the feast of chewing a shoe

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In later years, the lady found

Greater pleasure in chewing gum

Scrunched at the nearby garage.

Nobody would have thought she ever could slow down

But age and infirmity took its toll

And one day even this lightning-ball

Decided to take leave.

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Doubtless she catches every high-flier

In the happy hunting grounds.

© HMH, 2013

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Lover-Boy

He said: I’ll miss you too.

He said: we’ll stay in touch.

Weeks passed

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She waited unwearyingly, trusting his words.

Once she wrote and every day afterwards

She looked for his non-existent answer.

She puzzled about it but found no reason:

Nothing to solve the riddle

That haunted her waking hours and

Turned to nightmares in the dark.

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Remembering how it began, she wondered.

Reluctant or merely confused

He seemed arduous but sweet.

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His passion kindled regardless of every misgiving

And so, she relaxed, accepted the marvel.

Snowed under by charming or often silly letters

She dared believing that he loved too.

*

Their intimacy soared

Lovemaking, tender and passionate

Taught her to feel sheltered and cared for

Until they were almost caught out

(Clandestine affairs never thrive)

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At present she still sits on a monument

Smiling at grief

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© HMH, 2013

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Sea Picture

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Beyond the obscure city’s

Green light and blue grass

Rolls the sea under the night sky.

The beach is empty, though

A boat against the current

Beats on, borne on the waves.

Incoherently, steadfastly, it

Moves into the past.

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There the Norns spin their endless yarns,

Waiting for storms to

Upset the world.

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We are helpless

When the fates play

And wreck our lives

Under emerald waves.

Pulled under through seaweed,

Churned in the tide,

There is no escape or sanctuary.

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© HMH, 2020

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Eternal Friends

Noble pursuits of gracious souls

Perfume the garden where resides

That unattainable courteous devotion

Walled in by ideals or ruled out as unruly.

Minstrels build castles in the air bending the ears of

Exquisite maidens who never age or change;

Box hedges and labyrinths lead the applicants

To bowers of roses where turtle doves nest.

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Peacocks flutter their shrill voices and

Cause the construction to tumble and fall

Dreams easily shatter when visions become overblown.

Courtly love was ever under siege:

Every victory left perpetual misery in its wake

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© HMH, 2014

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Waterford Crystal

Prism of molten crystal

Red-hot miracle of light, heat, and skill

Fiery inferno throwing sparks and glittering shards

As the cutters scream through to the core or graze the surface

Crafting fabulous shapes and abysmal compositions.

Shapes of distinction meet frozen eagles

Or strange blossoms budding among stars and spangles

Secret visions create chandeliers that sing and glitter,

Wondrous phenomenon of this world or another.

Chalices of light shed colours of every rainbow

Dreams of waterfalls and bright green woods

Saturated with soft luminosity

Steeped in wonder

But hard as steel

Until it shatters

Turning back

To the core

To resurge

Set for renaissance

In ever changing spectres

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© HMH, 2013

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Autumn Symphony

Branchy silhouettes

Hide lost secrets in misty veils

Golden leaves drop on wet greensward

In the twilight.

Is the grass greener in this

Murky light?

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Lit windows cast warm beams into the evening

But geese depart and call hoarsely

In the skies

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Chestnut vendors peel away the shells

Of seared nuts to clear their sweet cores.

They smile as tired children

Come to warm their hands.

The coals glow in the barrels and

Smoke curls around the tree trunks’ rough bark

Such visions belong to Autumn

Season of decay and

Bittersweet longing

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© HMH, 2020

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Villanelle

Give me a clue or a reason, my dove

A reason to think and to dream, though in anguish, and find my belief

In the nature of love

A nature, I trust, that will judge me with favour

And not let me sink to the base, though in trouble, the base of a reef

That will serve me as altar

And alter my crime to in a way to behove

The grace that you give, though the hassle must worry your spite, in a thief

Who will trust all above

Above all that a verdict must cause you to falter

And think of the charm of an erring offender, though in pain, will be brief

And submit to the halter

The strap that will torment and plague me and shove

But grant me the right to confirm, though in sorrow, the sense that my grief

Came from nature in love

Nay, there is much to confess to and break, of

A nature in love and my longing to risk: the truth that will shake me, a shivering leaf

In the book that will leave this audacious actor

To be shriven, through your grace, and saved from my error

In the nature of love

This will serve me as altar

I will trust all above,

And submit to the halter,

Touched from nature in love

In the book that will leave this audacious actor

To be shriven, through your grace, and saved from my error

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This is my first attempt at a difficult verse form. Is it perfect? No, far from it – it’s faulty and stumbling – but the best I can do for now.

© HMH, 2020

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Mild and Sweet

Like dewdrops on my mind come soothing words

Nestling as tired birds in the tree of my awareness.

The fights have reached uncertain truce

And weary feelings lost a channel

But tears and wonders could induce

An old song set to different chords.

The harmony found altered thoughts

But our emotions stirred or bloomed

Once more maybe, to clear the shell.

Staid rescue could have found new room

If we had trust to bear the hope

And change about the futile days.

We never wanted to give hurt

Best wishes followed our love

Yet, here we found our union stern

It ripened into push and shove

We became experts, giving pain

And secret hate turned unambiguous.

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We leave the field with kind regrets

There wasn’t room for happy endings.

It is with sadness as befits

That we abandon the last innings.

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Winter tree with birds on twig vector silhouette illustration

From Aspects of Attraction

© HMH, 2014

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Freesia

Sister of Iris,

Temperate of nature

Yet, her fragrance is heady and sweet.

Born in the South and greeted by oceans

Where waves meet and crash with their union and split.

Here, as the rainbows become faint recollections,

Sharp grass-like stems break the earth and mature.

Funnel shaped flowers take on colours that mirror

The sunrays, displayed in a watery prism

Winds blow their perfume to such distant mountains

That sparkle and shimmer in moonlight and ice.

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© HMH, 2020