Incendiary Bestiary

 

Unlocked, loaded, let your words flame papercandle-flame

set arson to thought-control, torch the news.

Pyro-dissident: touch fire to their views

Reveal new topographies, mind-shaper.

Spark a candle—a single thin taper.

Subvert what worldlings dare not refuse.

The herd will always revile or accuse;

but contours alter for you, landscaper—

so chastise darkness. Proclaim what is right.

(When their stable burns down due to your light

or smoldering, implodes, it’s not your fault.)

If the status quo will not acquiesce

then muster another frontal assault.

There’s no shame in a flame; just incandesce…

Strike the Prose

I wonder sometimes
why droll observations;
recollections of a personal and
sometimes confessional nature,
(interesting enough in themselves – if well-written),
get called “poems” when broken up by
weird line spacing. Nothing against
descriptive prose –
but I don’t think it is truly
Poetry. You can call it that
if you want; I don’t
mind.

Incendiary Bestiary

 

Unlocked, loaded, let your words flame papercandle-flame

set arson to thought-control, combust news.

Pyro-dissident: touch fire to their views

Reveal new topographies, mind-shaper.

Spark a candle—a single thin taper.

Subvert what the worldlings dare not refuse.

The herd will always revile or accuse;

but contours alter for you, landscaper—

so chastise darkness. Proclaim what is right.

(When their stable burns down due to your light

or smoldering, implodes, it’s not your fault.)

If the status quo will not acquiesce

then muster another frontal assault.

There’s no shame in a flame; just incandesce…

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Poetry on Draft

 

NaPoWriMo COLORSI decided to join National Poetry Writing Month this year.

I first heard of NaPoWriMo from Alicia Khoo at her blog  fully awake and dangerous. I thought the syllables were  some kind of  Tibetan mantra. Although I don’t quite get the concept of April as “National Poetry Month” (in the U.S.), I am still going to give it a shot. I find the idea of Poetry Month a bit absurd, like “National Child Abuse Awareness Month” (which, ironically, is ALSO April in the U.S. of A).

Are we open to lyrical reality only during that 30-day window?

Does our muse speak to us more in April than in other months?

Are children abused less in April because we are aware of their plight?

Still – I have more than 31 drafts and I need to post them…
so I will be a skeptical participant in Na Po Wri Mo 2014.

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