Friday, September 22, 2023

Deep Down Surface Subterfuge

 
To see 
One’s inner 
 
Self, you need to 
 
Convince the other 
One concealing 
It to help 
 
You strike 
At the heart 
Of the matter, 
 
Without once coming up 
For air, no matter 
How hard it is, it is 
 
As they say, 
Uplifting, always 
Uplifting
 
To think 
You both can 
 
Do so.

 

Monday, September 18, 2023

Lights Out: Tale Of Lizzy, The Flashy Lizard

 
darting sans tail 
across killer sun- 
drenched rock 
after rock, stops 
 
to sun it- 
self and remaining 
frozen just in case 
any joe 
blow bug up and
decides to stop 
 
by and bask 
in the sun- 
 
light too before 
the lurking 
neighborhood resident 
housecat flips 
the switch and offs 
 
the interlopers 
once and for all,
just like that.

 

Saturday, September 9, 2023

Now That You Ask Me: Huuklyeand Cinquor On The Writing Of Difficult Poetry

I must say 
I think 
 
Your poems are splendid; 
They would be even better 
 
If we understood them. 
 
 
MODERATOR’S COMMENT: I also must say in turn that our boy Huuk has made a resounding comeback appearance after spending months on the sidelines of the enormously fecund contemporary poetry scene, and I for one am mightily impressed by this, his latest (tongue in cheek?) offering, wherein we see him grappling to come to terms with that age-old bugaboo monster still tormenting many of today’s poets: How crucial it is to write beautiful, accessible poetry without being sent by elderly po-biz savants to the nearest establishment inner sanctum cell padded with nothing but tome after tome of only their excruciatingly maddening poetic criticism—that and nothing more, nothinglikeness period. (At least for the time being, however long that may be.)
 
 

 

Wednesday, September 6, 2023

Winner Take All: Confession Of A Literary Sleight-Of-Hand Man

Consider if you will, 
When all is said 
And done, 
 
And all those proverbial 
Bromides I once dispensed 
With such considerable aplomb 
 
No longer 
Roll effortlessly off 
My once oh so smooth 
 
And often too fiery 
Biting acid tongue, 
You’ll know it’s time 
 
I let bygones be 
Bygones, shut up 
And deal myself 
 
One last ace from up 
My sleeve just so 
Everyone can 
 
See how sleazy 
In the end it was 
I won. 
 
 

 

Friday, September 1, 2023

After Archilochos, A Sense Of Seferis

 
Vain ones— 
Write this 
Down so that you 
Never forget it: 
 
This, this 
We cannot do 
Without 
 
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
 
These two spotted 
Pale doves inscribing 
 
Our fate, rising 
And falling in 
 
Turn in the ever 
Ambivalent yet still 
 
Diaphanous air.
 
 
 
 
 

 

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