'I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.' Kurt Vonnegut

Sunday, September 21, 2014

A Poem is No Place

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A poem is no place for a heart that’s breaking,
No place for broken things, crippled by the fall.
What words can adequately describe love’s loss,
Or meter catch the tremor of a pulse’s fading?
No, a poem is not the place for heart break –
It provides no salvage of a wreck
                                         sunk beyond hope.

And it’s no good counting crows for a sign
Of restoration, trust returned, love reawakened.
Your doom is spoken in the harsh call of the first,
As its circling shadow falls on your shoulders.
No, a murder of crows will not bring redemption –
No matter a tally of three or four,
                                       good cannot follow bad.

Then, recite no poems when your heart’s breaking,
Those salt coarse lines will not ease your pain.
And count no crows for a lover’s forsaking,
The signs will not keep your sorrow at bay.
No, stick to the facts, the cause and effect –
Nothing can be cured by supposition,
                                     an end is an end. No more.

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Björn Rudberg has featured the poetry of Swedish poet, Karin Boyes, on The Sunday Mini-Challenge.
This was also inspired by Friday's challenge, Superstition or Science?

Friday, September 12, 2014

In Repetition

Dioptase
Margaret Bednar (Use with Permission)



There is beauty in repetition, the eye leaping
From part to part and back, noting the spaces apart.

I have spent minutes gazing at the even pattern
Of knot-holes in a pine floorboard, measuring the tree.

A flight of summer birds in the pale of yellow autumn
Transfixes me with their precision: beads strung but no thread.

Crack open a geode to see the hidden lattice of crystals,
Brilliant and various, self-replicating in quiet complexity of self.

More beautiful than these: the small repetitions of you and me
Words breathed in the dark, the same words, the same deeds of love.


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Margaret Bednar shares her images of natural crystals in her Artistic Interpretations Challenge at The Imaginary Garden.

My couplets are inspired by the work of sister-poet, Kenia Cris. Do yourselves a favour and read everything she writes.