Monday, April 30, 2012

Oldtimer


Leave me as I am, my child— 
Still holding on 

Like a raindrop on a limb. 


Sunday, April 29, 2012

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Full Circle


vain

glorious immovable fool, 
stand under this marble 

moon long enough 
and you’ll become— 
what else—

a statue. 




Thursday, April 26, 2012

Angel of Mourning


The magpie keeps what too easily 
The nesting dove forgets— 

A watchful eye out for what appears 
To be more than just 

A dawning of wings. 



Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Wonderful to Be Here, My Love


As it was many years ago, seeing 
The couple that seemed old 
To us then, wondering what it was 

He was saying as they walked 
Arm in arm round the Parthenon, 
When he squeezed her hand 

And she answered yes dear
Clearly it must have been 
A day much like this one. 



Saturday, April 21, 2012

In Transit


recently departed bus 
passenger gone but 

these handles on 
seat back still 

warm to touch 


Thursday, April 19, 2012

Sirocco over Hellas


Muammar, 

If you were here I would tell you 
Today it rained buckets of red 

Dust brought from that distant 
Desert of your late despotat— 

A not unusual phenomenon when one considers
That maddening south wind blows hard 

Enough to take one’s head off. 




Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Rainbow


So bewildering 

To follow the spectrum 
Of the spirit, I was walking in 

Iridescent rain and thought I was 
Walking towards it. 




Sunday, April 15, 2012

Being Swept off My Feet


Do I hear folly calling me again in guise of air? 
Well, blow me down—how was it I was unaware 

A whirlwind muse kept my frenzy hidden there. 


Friday, April 13, 2012

Stargazers


Not there 
Where we can be 
Seen but over here 

In this little corner of the world 
Where the stars lead 
To stairs that are invisible. 


Thursday, April 12, 2012

Long Distance Runner Nearing Finish Line


Though you can’t make anything out yet, 
Near as the nearest phone booth, 
Someone’s making an emergency call.


Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Sleepwalker's Somniloquy


Don’t tell me 

Better to wake dreaming 
Than dream waking— 

I know. 


NB: It’s Vazambam's post number 1000 and time to express my thanks to all those who have been generous with their comments and/or silent presence over these past three-and-a-half years; this blog has brought me in touch with many tremendously gifted people I’d never have dreamed of meeting had I not started it and I’m grateful—just wanted you to know.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Out-of-the-box Thinking Straight from the Centaur's Mouth


What are you looking at, buster? It happens 
I was years ahead of my time so 
If you think you’re a forerunner, 
Sink your teeth into this— 

My head could’ve been a horse’s ass 
Just like yours, running backwards. 



Thursday, April 5, 2012

The Goatherd's Taverna at Psili Ammos Beach


His menu advertised such intriguing come-ons 
As Fried Papers and Chicken Village 
And a tantalizing plate called Mountain Coat Special

Which I assure you, we would’ve tried on our next visit, 
Had our mouths not dropped at the sight 
Of sautéed satyr droppings we’d taken

For bruised peppercorns lodged in one 
Of those profusely-infused-with-scents-
Of-wild-oregano-and-mint chicken gizzards.


Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Late Winter Metamorphoses


This motionless old woman 
Looks like nothing so much 
As a lone black coat left on a bench. 

But she stirs 

As I approach and notice a grey blur 
Departing her left shoulder—a large locust 
Now airborne, heading I think, for the sun. 






Sunday, April 1, 2012

Foolproof Modus Operandi


Just keep saying you’re nobody’s fool

Making sure nobody’s around to prove it. 



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