3 poems of August 12, 2008

1.

Just This Poem

A poem is a reminder
when all the colours of the rainbow
have faded
there is a bridge,
cross it to the other side
listen to the river of words flowing under
all that Silence

A poem is the colour Rouge
passion
is the fire
red
turns to white and
blows away in an exhale
freezing in a river of dreams

A poem is the hunger of youth
dining
on ourselves,
days pass away,
less than hungry vultures,
we pick on words

A poem is a just Tormentor
the wanton flesh
weeps
at its command:
we die slowly
with every breath we take,

suicidal dreams upon satin sheets
milk clouds in our eyes

a short poem of distinction.

2.

You Are Despicable My Love

I cried myself to sleep last night
and still
You keep opening old wounds,
again and again,
my faithful servant,
My Despicable Love,
You dig a deep hole for my
soul
to pass through
and for each and every insight,
my bleeding serves
to remove these
brilliant colours from my light,
I take my last breath
again and again,

What am I to do with all this Silence?

Last night the Perseid star showers passed through
my veil of tears.


3.

Titan Arum


They say it is the tallest tulip
that gets noticed
no matter what the colour,
and so loses
its stately head,

the Sunflower grows
reminiscent
in any patch
of earth, wayside or field,
an ode to joy,
and the
seeds of its perfection
can never be tall enough
to crown the sun's glory.

the night-blooming jasmine
with its forever scent,
climbs over walls, into open windows,
and in a 100 years of solitude
the corpse plant
blooms only once.