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The Gathering ( Of Prose, Poetry And Perspective)

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 08/04/2013 - 3:25 PM

Friends, guest and foes..

This page is for us to gather once in a while( how frequent is up to you), not only for your works but also for your words... be it on FINE ARTS and ALL THE OTHER Medium previous unheralded or praise around you can strut it here for free as we give our insights as free-flowing meal.

Most of all, we wanted to give some unsolicited words of poetry and prose to your art pieces, artsy life, inspiration, depression and whatever comes to our mind to keep this GATHERING interesting and liberate ourselves away from the bondage of your current beautiful or ugly life.

Call this as a thread with in a thread, discussion from a discussion, the hub of everything else...this is our gathering.

Cheers!


Postscript: due to time zone differences, we may not able to reply in due time, this is gathering of minds not your mighty presence. =)

 

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Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 08/04/2013 - 3:31 PM

Below is my group's ASIAN PERSPECTIVE featured artist of the month

NATHALIE ANDO's one fine art...

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Check her other fabulous work here at FAA and SAACTHIONLINE!

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 08/04/2013 - 3:41 PM

Friend JACOB KING might be inactive but his works are marvelous that keep the man important among modern art visionaries.
than a fly -that brags her power- resting above a water buffalo.

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What do you see on this work:

A female figure?
A sad face?
A bloody celebration of life?
A hovering devil?
A religious message?

ahh truly amazing transcending expression!


 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 08/04/2013 - 4:08 PM

Glossary:

Perspective (from Latin perspicere, to see through) in the graphic arts, such as drawing, is an approximate representation, on a flat surface (such as paper), of an image as it is seen by the eye..

Prose is a form of language which applies ordinary grammatical structure and natural flow of speech

Poetry (from the Greek poiesis — ποίησις — meaning a "making", seen also in such terms as "hemopoiesis"; more narrowly, the making of poetry)

-source :Wikipedia


 

Posted by: Maria Disley on 08/04/2013 - 4:47 PM

Nice opening Saigon look fwd to contributing :))

 

Posted by: Ed Meredith on 08/04/2013 - 9:47 PM

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seeking what is not
in what is
must be
the biggest paradox
indeed

Ed Meredith
4 August 2013

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 08/04/2013 - 10:23 PM

@Maria: thanks and kudos for your thread with the title MELTING POT..glad you choose that title.=)


@Ed: apt and beautiful as today's headline hahaha PARADOX! I was thinking of that as the third "P"..but then that could be as salient and silent like a phonetic pronunciation reading between power trip and psychotic attack on this thread. Like a great charmer to dare staring and kissing his Cobra.

Contrary to the buzz of yesterday, my thread was not closed by the whistle blower...I simply slam the door and close the window of tmy big boat like Noah did prior to the big flood hahaha!

 

Posted by: Robert Frank Gabriel on 08/04/2013 - 10:26 PM

whatever you are using, please send me some....

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 08/04/2013 - 10:41 PM

I will Robert..i will

Meantime here is another Jacob King opus:

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Damned if I do

The old litany
For great men on a tight fix
To choose the right box

August 4, 2013

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 08/05/2013 - 7:51 AM

@Jason:
" just pay and display! lol
4 lorn 4 eva, gone, 4 get the past, 4 tis a moment lost 4 dreams to come
4rensic poetry ?? wot wot?
"4" is still available for hire, 4 just a few hours more.... "


4 her
or 4given
4feitures of my 4thrights
4 4nication of their 4titudes
I'll go4rth with my 4head up high =))


 

Posted by: James Tanyu on 08/05/2013 - 8:01 AM

What happen now to the wikipoetry?

Maria has a "melting pot" and this one is "the gathering", is there a party going on ?

Ok before anybody consider this as pre-religious event let me share you this poem I stumbled:

The Melting Pot

Sick in New York, in Chinatown,
I go to a Ukranian doc
who gives me a shot in the arm and says
“Straight to bed for you, my friend.” So I book

into the nearest run-down hotel,
no curtains in the windows, stains
like maps on the mattress, a hanger stuck
in the top of the TV, half cross, half weathervane.

For the first few hours I think I’m going to die.
Bathed in sweat, I lie on my back
flicking between grainy newsreels, kung-fu
soap operas and some kind of chat

show where everyone is shouting all the time.
And then I dream, neither awake nor asleep:
a tiny Chinese man is calling out my name
from the bottom of a stairs, and up

where I am stretched out, a kid whose hands
are covered in food, in blood, leans over me until
his face is a mirror to mine, and smiles.
“Island?” he says. “Never heard of it.”

© 2001, Pat Boran
From: New and Selected Poems

 

Posted by: Karen Newell on 08/05/2013 - 10:14 AM

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They swept through me,
Blurring the edges
Of concrete reality.
Swirling imaginary cohorts.
Solidifying,
Under the attention of intention.

Karen Newell
8/5/13

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 08/05/2013 - 11:35 AM

Thanks Karen for dropping by...beautiful words for ED Meridith's work!

The wiki can wait...I have a talk with Jason about our previous wiki "The Legend of the Fly" will keep you posted guys.


Now back on the thread "premature" closing and its countdown.

Below are the collected rundown..

10
10, I'll never see you again! I'll never be you again!
9
Nine mavericks
dressed to the Nines
8
Now it's eight
don't be late
7
seven deadly sins
you know the ones
6
sex
sexty sex
sex hundred and sexty sex
5
the Devil calls it a five Star Hotel
others call it Hell
i call it Home
4
4 seasons without religion
3
rule violation referee made a call
3 times in a year she cried foul before
2
too short of a notice she cant reply on my email
1
I day ago today I had my freedom from itchy bug
on that old thread we dearly love!


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Posted by: Kevin Callahan on 08/05/2013 - 12:31 PM

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The Madonna of the Train

She sleeps without care
of one without sin
this Madonna of the Train

Surrounded by hundreds
traveling to the city of millions

The multitude boards silently
eyes downcast and empty
hands clutch clutter and caffeine

Settling into spaces like so many ghosts
the inevitable query is lofted

“Does this train go to New York?”

Inevitable answer is batted back
“It better be, I am.”

Quiet laughter, then
“Yes, this is the train to NYC.”

GOD SPEAKS:
“Next stop Orange.
Only stop before NY Penn Sta.”

Read, sleep, rock with the rhythm,
the Madonna sleeps on

GOD INTONES:
“Next stop NY Penn Sta.
take your clutter, mind the gap.”

The Madonna awakens
the multitude becomes energized

We stride into Penn Sta and are beatified
in the light of a new, New York morning

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 08/05/2013 - 1:08 PM

Superlatively impressive Kevin...welcome back!

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 08/05/2013 - 11:54 PM

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Caged Thoughts I

our curtailed freedom
not my ominous silence
made your soul betrayed

August 5, 2013

 

Posted by: Dan Richards on 08/06/2013 - 12:24 AM

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Sunset

The day grows weary, as the sun loses strength
The bright yellow globe fades to a deep glowing orange
That sinks behind the horizon to rest from the day
But not before one final spectacular show

For the land is washed in a bath of light
The pigment tints everything from yellow to orange
Intertwined with long diffused shadows
That stretch across the land

The fiery orb sinks lower drawing the colors deeper and shadows longer
As night slowly takes over the realm of the day
The sky turns violet and deeper purple
Until it becomes black, spotted with tiny lights and the dimly glowing moon

The sky now sleeps, except for the few inhabitants that dwell there in
It slowly becomes filled with the sounds of insects singing their many songs
With the sound of the wolf’s howl, stating it is the ruler of the night
But it is only night’s unwilling pawn

It is the time for lovers to meet
And make their magic complete
A time to make that important rendezvous
To seal that passion into bliss

Sunset is the opening of a new power
That of the endless magic
Controlled my many forces and itself
This is the doorway of sunset

Pierre Richards © 08/11/2011

Pierre Richards, is the nema I write under in my poetry, with two books out now. This is from my book, "Visions of the Rogue Sage"

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 08/06/2013 - 1:30 AM

Thanks Dan this is so great I instantly remember Wordsworth poetry in you and the rest of Romanticist!

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Fireburst

I watched endless orange sunset
nothing had change except my skin
in my youthful days without debt
gives me prides than aged sin

the constant fire you bleach the sky
foretelling rain on next visit
to ease the land now barren dry
nature's rhyme on my fresh biscuit

-Aug 6, 2013

 

Posted by: Dan Richards on 08/06/2013 - 9:01 AM

Thank you so much for the compliment.

Funny thing is, I never feel that my writings or my work is that good, I just strive to reach a point I see. Maybe one day I'll actually be happy with my work?

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 08/06/2013 - 10:27 AM

The morbidity of it all is, artist works appreciates like a blue chip in no time at all..after he dies. =/

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 08/06/2013 - 11:43 AM

Anyone willing to be a Juror for my group hosted AVP ID contest?

see ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL

 

Posted by: Kevin Callahan on 08/06/2013 - 12:34 PM

Dan/Pierre you definitely have the "poet" in you. This one is kind of fun:

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Birds Laughter in the Snow

A singular honk, honk interrupts
the silence and my labors
I pause to reflect, leaning
heavily on my shovel

Gazing upwards I see
a Vee of wild geese
knifing through a sky
the color of old silverware

January of the New Year has
delivered unto us a wave of weather
10 degrees, I am on day 2 of
moving snow to create room for more

Looking across the hills the
white, white blanket is punctuated
by winter-dead trees resembling
haphazard exclamation points

As I resume my Sisyphean task
the aluminum of the shovel
sounds a scritch, scritch
against the concrete walk

Exposing the final bit of stone
I hear a murder of Crows caw
their mocking laughter
As it begins, again to snow

 

Posted by: Ana Belle on 08/06/2013 - 1:58 PM

i got plenty of new paintings... would love to hear ur beautiful words on these...

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Posted by: Maria Disley on 08/06/2013 - 5:15 PM

Always loved that poem Kevin, imagery is great, may ttry and echo it later after I observe the tons of crows that pervade the playgrounds after lunch. :))
Love the image of flying silverware and the exclamation of trees..beautiful and clever you can tell you were really in the moment.

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 08/06/2013 - 10:02 PM

Agrees with Maria...

Thanks Ana for dropping by, lemme see if words below can give justice to your work.

Babae sa banyo

Hikbi sa dilim at malamig na sahig
Silbing taguan sa kuko ng karahasan
Impit ng kahinaan o kamartiran?

Bagamat si Eva ay nangiming magpakita
Sa gitna ng paraiso ng sya ay nagkasala
Katulad kaba nya sa iyong impyerno?

Halika, na ilahad mo sa mundo
Pasa, galos at hinagpis ng iyong pagkatao
Hindi tanggulan ang loob ng banyo.



Agusto 6, 2013

 

Posted by: Ana Belle on 08/06/2013 - 11:03 PM

wow sai... impressive. you are brilliant!

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Posted by: Poe Ed on 03/04/2014 - 12:49 PM

Both He And She Are Risky Tricks In The English Language

she’s sexy
he’s a sexist
what would happen
after they met in an English old pub
both got drunk
and ended up
in her bed

who of you could take a good guess?

Poe Ed
2014-03-04

 

Posted by: Ed Meredith on 03/04/2014 - 1:18 PM

Risky Tricks an Echo…


"baby i could take you to heaven"

I bet you can...

"i could rock your boat so hard
you'd see stars
and all your dead relatives"

Bring it on big boy…

"after me
you'll never need
or want another man"

Right… why would I…

"you said it baby
why woouaagkk!!
aughk!!
sorry, sorry
it must of been the bangers"

Ed Meredith
04 March 2014

 

Posted by: Poe Ed on 03/04/2014 - 4:25 PM

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Posted by: Poe Ed on 03/04/2014 - 4:25 PM

Luv your humors in the echo, man!


An echo to echoes

He Ain't Her Lover

get lost
old man!
she is sexy
but ain’t your baby
she don’t ever need any male dirty stick
as she always prefers to rock only boats with a hole
to make it sink faster
in deep water
for her quick
erotic
fun

Poe Ed
2014-03-04

 

Posted by: Poe Ed on 03/04/2014 - 4:42 PM

She Ain’t His Baby

he never has sex with her
how could you accuse him a sexist
for his personal style
of being in bed
with only
men

Poe Ed
2014-03-04

 

Posted by: Vincent Von Frese on 03/09/2014 - 2:04 PM

As an artist you must have been born at a very young age!

 

Posted by: Vincent Von Frese on 03/09/2014 - 2:39 PM

Good poetry Viet!

 

Posted by: Vincent Von Frese on 03/09/2014 - 4:18 PM

Roses are Red
Violet and Blue

Show me some art that
Says something about You

Von

 

Posted by: Vincent Von Frese on 03/09/2014 - 8:07 PM

With love in your heart
There's always art
There is no despair
Love's memory cannot repair

Von

 

Posted by: Viet Tran on 03/09/2014 - 8:23 PM

Vincent. We had been soaked for the whole week. Finally the sun comes. It's neither too bright nor hot (7 degree Celsius about 44.6 in Fahrenheit ). But it's a perfect day for us to get outside. I've come back from canoeing on the lake close to my house. I could see you enjoy your poetry.

 

Posted by: Viet Tran on 03/09/2014 - 8:32 PM

Colours

red
blue
violet
what the hell do they look like

oh never mind
I’m colour-blinded

by the way
do you sense aromatic fragrance
of tea rose floated
in the breeze

Thao Chuong
20124-03-09

 

Posted by: Vincent Von Frese on 03/09/2014 - 9:20 PM

Cool Viet! Thank you sir.

Here we lurched out of 24' F into a 65' day anI Land Rovered about, hiked with dogs and even went to a church breakfast(Lent)where my wife volunteered this morning. It has been a great day! Keep writing! It would have been too muddy(snow melt) for canoeing though!

 

Posted by: Viet Tran on 03/10/2014 - 12:58 AM

Thank you Vincent. Have a good night sir


Call Of The Wild


I’ve just heard joyful sounds of noisy Canadian geese
flying back home from warm South

today is sunny
the weather is perfect
too
perfect
for me to keep
my butts glued on a chair
my eyes attached to a flat screen
my mind tangled on a two-dimension cobweb
my heart dragged on an information highway

good bye
my cyber friends
I’m going out to the wild right now


Thao Chuong
2014-03-09

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 03/17/2014 - 10:34 AM

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ILUMINA MUNDI

(poem & poetry explained)




.................i
..............was
..........and I am
....in a sojourn.. by
...life like that of a light
..flickering or dead still..
...vulnerable and open
....to sundry elements
......at times cruel,
........mocking,
..........deceitful
..............ally
...............or
......our adversity
......To finish our
......own journey.
......Thus like that
......Of manifested
......destiny, we,'ll
......protect its life
......to survive the
......test we never
......yearn to add
......nor complete
......defying odds
......that we're told
......will make us
......either burn out
......or ever proud.

THIS POEM IS FOR MY EARLY WATERCOLOR WORK SEPARATELY EXHIBITED NOW TO PROVOKE ATTENTION AND INFORMATION

.....The shape poetry
.......above is another
........elemental medium
..........or creativeness long
............explored by artist and
...............writers on typographical
.................arrangement of the words
...................in conveying a message or
.....................effect as visually moving like
...........................................of
...........................................the
.......................................... poem,
.......................................such as the
....................................meaning of words,
..................................rhythm, rhyme and so on.
..................................It is VISUAL poetry to say the
................................... least. A term that has evolved
.......................................to have distinct meaning of
..........................................its own, but which either
..............................................shares the distinction
..................................................of being free in
......................................................form or any
..........................................................which is
..............................................................still
...............................................................art
.................................................................!

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 03/17/2014 - 5:17 PM

My last post never had a second look hahaha
but this one below surely does...

It's not mine, but currently shopping for a title..

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It's currently featured on my group ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL

MIND TO PROPOSE A TITLE?

 

Posted by: Poe Ed on 03/18/2014 - 3:01 PM

A Wordy Thought

words…
and words
could be just only hollow words
but maybe they convey what’s going on in a human’s mind
either an empty concept
or an insane
thought

regardless whatever would come out
words …
and words
are no longer just only words

Poe Ed
2014-03-18

 

Posted by: Poe Ed on 03/18/2014 - 3:31 PM

MIND TO PROPOSE A TITLE? Saigon

How about: Bottomless Black Hole?



And here my echo to the work


The Bottomless Black Hole

kings
heroes
emperors
and all other greatest men
who have conquered the world
but couldn’t survive
from being sucked
into a black hole
of an erotic
triangle

how could anyone believe that God created Eve from only a sparerib of Adam?


Poe Ed
2014-03-18

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 03/26/2014 - 5:37 PM

thanks Seńor Viet Tran I was watching this classic Neil Young song http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Hd3oqvnDKQk

Can't resist but to check its beautiful lyrics:


I caught you knockin' at my cellar door
I love you, baby, can I have some more?
Ooh, ooh, the damage done

I hit the city and I lost my band
I watched the needle take another man
Gone, gone, the damage done

I sing the song because I love the man
I know that some of you don't understand
Milk blood to keep from running out

I've seen the needle and the damage done
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's like a settin' sun

-Neil Young






.

 

Posted by: Mick Donnelly on 03/26/2014 - 9:08 PM

Not quite polished and I'm really sorry about the tone, it's a bit dark i know. Hopefully if my mood lifts, I'll do something about fluffy bunnies, kittens or lurve soon.

The Cinder

Life--it seems, courtesy of convection
What conceit, what sic confection of mind
Could stir such motion of the brownian kind.
Fires stoked to extinguish compassion
Effort that is almost redundant, I find
Like smoke razed, to occlude those who’re blind.
As we expedite--Molloch’s consumption.

Had another go at it, that's insomnia does for ya, didn't lift the tone I'm afraid:

Life--it seems, courtesy of convection
What conceit, what sic confection of mind
Could stir such motion of the brownian kind?
Fires stoked to extinguish compassion,
Effort that is almost redundant, I find,
Like smoke razed, to occlude those who’re blind,
As we expedite Molloch’s consumption.
The tears shed here are from motes in the eye
A cinder, the ember birthed by the wind.
Remorse isn’t home, to Cyprus he’s torn
Asunder the earth that cultured his lie
Gleaned for those so proud not to have sinned
Who killed their own curse before it could spawn.


 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 03/29/2014 - 1:36 PM

Nice suggestion VIet Tran..make it simple perhaps..The BOX?

Thanks for droping by Mick Donnely! Keep it comin'...

Let me invite everyone on EaRTH HOUR 2014
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"Earth's darkest hour is our brightest hope for the future "

In observance of 2014 Earth Hour, today (few minutes away as of this writing) most of my host city offices, landmarks and several private sector buildings are expected to switch off their lights for an hour.

Am in Jakarta Indonesia, our venue is in the Central Park Mall, already started an hour ago @ 7:30. But its only half the fun seeing those artist and advocates of the event. The real thing is the 60 minutes lights out. With a global co-participants the world will be lighted by our will to change. To name a few participating landmarks include: The Petronas Towers,The Sydney Harbour Bridge, Tokyo Tower, Taipei 101,, Beijing National Stadium (Bird's Nest), Marina Bay Sands Singapore, Gateway of India, The Burj Khalifa, The Church of the Nativity (Birthplace of Jesus, Bethlehem), Table Mountain, Dubrovnik City Walls, Eiffel Tower, Avenue Habib Bourguiba, The Acropolis, Tower of Pisa, The Spanish Steps, Brandenburg Gate, Buckingham Palace, Tower Bridge, The UK Houses of Parliament, Big Ben, Christ the Redeemer Statue, CN Tower, Las Vegas Strip, Times Square, The Empire State Building, Niagara Falls and lots more.

This year event is quite personal for me. Not because i can't observed at home since my 5 months old child need good ventilation for health reason but I I been out in the event since 2011. This time, I will be out with my colleagues and students I campaigned over the last 24 hours. Aptly called 60+ Earth Hour, this was initiated by World Wide Fund for Nature (WWF) to encourage people to conserve energy.

What about you, are you ready to use your power to change?

See complete article @ http://www.bubblews.com/news/2787103-switch-off

 

Posted by: Maria Disley on 03/29/2014 - 9:18 PM

Saigon, love the freedom of words in your prose poem, in the visual sense, the free form. I remember you doing a wonderful job on the grace poem. I think it can add to a poem or make the reader realise that it is more about freedom of restricting form and attractive visual form. The art is to shape a meaningful poem too.
I have always liked illumine Mundi, contains a lot of depth of honest feelings.
Mick, your poem is so complex, and it's obvious that you are word master, I will have to google a few names, and scientific terms, I love the puns, ' sic confection of mind' if it was not a grammatical error! Who is Molloch? Some beautiful lines. Truth and cynicism ...love how you have used a fire to analogise life.

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 04/12/2014 - 12:00 PM

It's another boxing Sunday featuring our very own Manny PACMAN Pacquiao vs. T. Bradley Jr.

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Who's your pick?

 

Posted by: Jason Christopher on 04/14/2014 - 8:50 AM

Good to see you return Saigon, a while back you put up an image of an exploding cow, a painting i think, i cant seem to find it when i searched, do you have it to hand?

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 04/18/2014 - 9:09 AM

Hello Jason!!

can't recall a cow..nearest I have on my inventory is this..

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i'm quite occupied on chasing my dough lately with hands in full but will have a very artistic "first" performance next friday. i hope you catch up the video when done.

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 04/18/2014 - 10:09 AM

Gabriel Garcia Marquez.jpg

For the Nobel Laureate and great Latin American novelist, short-story writer, screenwriter and journalist GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ. RIP.

 

Posted by: SAIGON De Manila on 04/20/2014 - 5:32 PM

ELEGY (to a parodist)

This poem is for fellow bubbler Dano Again @bubblews.com
(For marking us the brilliance of your mundane thoughts)


Brethren, I honor you today
For the boldness of your path
While minions would rather stay
Than to have unrewarded wrath.

I don't want to be fooled
Come first day of the 4th month
As tempest is not overruled
On this mirage we grunt.

Was it the traffic sign
Post by the ambivalent overlord?
On this very place we chime
to cut our umbilical cord.

Hope timing will be kind
Than to those not dared
Lest Perchance to us gone blind
For the simple comfort we care

Good luck brother but no goodbyes
The solstice of your cause
Will not be noted as drip dry
As you write not for an applause

but to mark us the brilliance of your mundane thoughts.

 

Posted by: Dan Richards on 04/20/2014 - 6:52 PM

This was just published.

Fate of spring winds; a Sijo

http://www.beyondprose.com/index.php/fate-of-spring-winds-578606/

 

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