Where are the worlds I was destined to lead?unmanned spaceships hijacked in orbit—rendered still by civilizations unseen,those who choose silence to remain free. Basements are mute, the sky above scornsforgotten futures abandoned by life.How old would that aborted child have been—a foetus dissolved, yet aching to be? Where are the artists who birthed the impossible?Heckled … Continue reading Ubi Sunt
I avoid the room where time has frozen, butneed to clean cobwebs and refresh outdated conceptsMy mother lay on this bed, aah-ing and ooh-ing with painI don’t like thinking that I may inherit osteoporosisand the intense body aches. I find a prescription for calcium in the drawer creaking with age. The loud music emanating from … Continue reading Clocking through
Where did the seed come from? What are the pains and joys that it inherits, nurtures and transfers? The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree: Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape, oblivious to its heritage. It gathers experience and impressions and takes them as the ultimate truth. Genes are bearers of history that determine … Continue reading Seeds of change
The grandiosity of glorified rootsis no match for the axeand those dreadful machinesget sophisticated by the dayand more by night all those eager to grab a piece of the skypull down branches that swayed between themtaste the heat and the darknessand never know why suffering comes their way someone opposes the construction of an underpassderides … Continue reading Monstrosities
Numbers rule the worldvotes, dollars, followers, likerssupported by those willing to hitch their lazy wagonsto a train perceived as driving to their destination They keep running, followingleave competence, quality languishingby the wayside; as equality overrides equity-the capable are seen as impedimentson their quest for effortless success invisible strings keep them apartetching boundaries, stretching and contractingto … Continue reading Treachery of the Common
eyes focussed on screenslips talking on the phonewith so much glee… children raising palms“Mom, please don’t disturb” She jabbers onin the hopethat her wordswill catch a matching wavelengthsomeday, sometime, some placeand get to know herindividuality Quadrille at dVerse - shall we jabber on?
when the light shines again I won’t be seen for I wasa firefly shining in the dark whom the stars, moon, nightand youignored. I was nevera threat to you,but held potential to light up Hope,and you feared being obliterated by its power MTB at dVerse
the soulless tablethe chair that carries my physical weightdarkness that can be easily replacedby fluorescencecannot do muchto pull me out of the woods It takes a mental windowto take me where I want to beoffer a glimpse of the possible.Travel without passportsmakes me feel weightlessand free So what if it isbrief like lifeunreal like poetryuncertain … Continue reading In the Woods
“Should you buy the white?” A headline on my screen sets me thinking. It alludes to bullion prices, where silver appears to be riding on the gold wave. But I am transported to another zone. In my late years, should I settle for the neutrality of white as against the dense wisdom of black? Is … Continue reading Buying the White
it's my perspectiveit feels like eternal truthtill it clashes withanother eternal truthrewind the thought clock to findthe terrain has changed - that's life OLN #388
