tales-bottledfermentedfor centuriesseek release; becomemyriad versions ofstoryteller's emotionsfolklore is never unbiasedadd your versions to enhance futurenot just intoxicate mobs and mislead Poetics: Bottled Poetry
Folklore
Stability
it’s life-longno reason for distrustat least not as yet… you’re just a thought awaywe know when our thoughtsconverge or divergeand it’s not a problem confirmationsmake it seem unreal-pining for you is nota part of the deal Quadrille #182
oppOsites
When I go north, is it without a reference to the South?When I create something new, do I eliminate the old?When I write fiction, do my characters take off from known worlds to assume new shapes?When I support someone, do I oppose those not on the same side?When I choose the best, do I reject … Continue reading oppOsites
Transition
What lies at the other enddrives me round the bend happy to cross the thresholdpaint futures with strokes bold but what if a canvas inertignores colors, is cold and curt Am I better off where I am now?Past is closed, let the future be slow My subconscious still holds the brushPaints my dreams, but is … Continue reading Transition
Mob mindsets
Independence Day falls on a Tuesday, and workplaces are inundated with leave applications for Monday. There’s no better way to celebrate freedom than get away from the office, and daily routines for four days. Transport and hospitality businesses gear up to meet the challenge. They’ll celebrate later after the moolah comes in. Radio stations mention … Continue reading Mob mindsets
Letting go #ovillejo#
sharp, slanting, cutting showers pierce-a force fierce on-your-face, unconcealed attempt-rain's contempt drenches resistance, will-power-vile showers wiping off past with erasersI let rainwater blend with tears,releasing resentment of yearsa force fierce, rain's contempt and vile showers MTB - Spanish Rain in the Ovillejo
Cracks are always there
harsh wordsignored, forgottenpresumably forgiven-I lick woundsand move on -a voice-a gesture-a wordpierces againpop comes upforgotten pain relationshipsnot easy to repairgloss over differenceseulogize wabi sabipromote kintsugi artyet…cracks are always there Pop Goes the Quadrille
Vanity – a thing of the past
I am a lighthouse-in search of darknessto obliterate-in search of shipsto seek direction the ocean laughs hystericallywaves slap my idle limbsmy forlorn face stares at the MoonIt dodges my wistful glanceand seeks the Sun I wonder if ships are anchoredto a safe harbour...Do I need to start walkingand find the sky that shelters them? only … Continue reading Vanity – a thing of the past
Stench
I can’t get rid of the stench-my fingers hit a rotten layerwhile peeling a healthy onion it’s not easyto extricate the layerfrom othersabove and below they connect with contextoverlapping storiesheld together with beliefand loyaltyto present a pretty shape I wish I hadn’t venturedto peel you layer by layerin hope of finding a corea common abodefor … Continue reading Stench
Forward and backward
It’s time to review a decade. All that is valued is packed away in boxes. Whatever is discarded speaks volumes about wrong decisions, wasteful expenditure, whims and fancies and phases of life relegated bins. I think about memories I’d like to take, and numbers I will delete. My relationships stare back at me, demanding answers … Continue reading Forward and backward
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