For Better or Worse, Lads

What are they after, our souls, traveling 

on rotten brine-soaked timbers 

from harbor to harbor? 

—George Seferis, from “Mythistorema” 

So when 

We finally found out where 

We were going, we thought 

We’d better take one 

Last good look back at what 

We were leaving and that’s when 

We shoved off for good. 

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Pegasus and Company

If—as you say, my dear Wallace— 

There was indeed a time when

Both steed and rider were noble, how come 

It's only the rider who's now 

A transmogrified ass? 

Moderator’s comment: The reader (and/or perhaps, writer) is kindly instructed to sashay over to Cinquor's PDF Corral where our Noble Rider Huuk probably picked up his misguided, asinine idea of trying to harness the sound of words. I tell you if Stevens were alive, he’d be kicking some bad ass and picking up the insurance benefits to boot!

Paladin, The Dark Writer

Even after so much travail (over 10,000 km under his saddle and still going strong), the question remains unanswered: Has he the write, will he prevail? Perhaps he will but alas, alas my dark knight, to what avail? 

(Hint: Make his quest easier. Send in your answers to his giveaway poetry contest before the 31st of December 2011 deadline—without fail. Who knows? You may be getting his card ……..eh, that should be book……in the mail!)

Eros Unrequited

Though your name does sound like arrows, 

I daresay the conceit must end here— 

As a shaft of light tearing apart 

The heart of this dark sparrow. 

Moot Advent of Winter

Waiting to see which leaf will answer 

Its calling, asking ourselves when 

A chill gust settles 

The question once 

And for all and not 

Just for you and me.