He undertook
Such a jolly folly
To search for his heart's twin
O'er plain, and peak
Never sparing daring
Mad quest he did begin
He careless spent
All his funny money
For he spared no expense
Heard of a man
said to uncover lovers
Without a recompense
"He's only known
as the Giant Bryant"
For there were none bigger
So off he went
For how dare-he tarry
With the greatest vigor
Within one moon
He did righted sighted
The giant's stone castle
And cautious stepped
Midst the towers flowers
For he was quite facile
With guarded prose
Lest he adverse converse
Relayed his quest of years
And though none be
A more mighter blighter
Tall Bryant shed six tears
"Your search for love"
Reflects gallant talent
And will surely quench thirst
In yonder vale
In a deeping sleeping
A daughter who's born first
A true love's heart
And hair flaxen waxen
Braids tressed with a blue fleur
She longs for love
To keep-her deeper
Hope steels her to endure
It was just so
For he found-her sounder
In the vale with fields green
Her braided hair
In breeze saving waving
With the suns golden sheen
As he held her
In their blissing kissing
Knew he'd ne'er search again
For in her eyes
Shown a growing knowing
Reflecting his hearts twin
my brother is not a king, but a giant fool,
who would have thought 'he' of all gods get's to rule.
I have faced him with many challenges,
but what I'd like more than anything is to face him in a deul.
He let his own daughter be taken by me,
let's see what this so called ''leader'' shall do.
they watch, they wonder, they look and they see
but what those fools don't know is where to find me.
Persephone, my queen-for 6 months she stays.
my sister and that fool still wait for days and days.
dear ''Persy'', she cries, she moans, she prays,
but cry as she might, she'll stay till the end of days.
No-one shall get her, she's my prize, my queen.
I'll keep this a secret; they won't know where she's been.
My brother, the oaf, the godly fool,
will never know how to judge or for that matter, even rule.
call me autumn
i'll be the giant pile of crunchy red-brown leaves for you to jump in
i'll be the ugly sweater you love so much that you pull out on the first cold day
i'll be the pumpkin that you dredge out the insides of and carve a jack-o-lantern face on
call me winter
i'll be the christmas morning that greets you with a heap of presents under a twinkling tree
i'll be the warm cup of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows after you come in from the snow
i'll be the groundhog that assures you there will be an early spring to end your wintertime blues
call me spring
i'll be the umbrella you dig out of your trunk that keeps you dry in the unexpected storm
i'll be the large cup of coffee that stays up with you through all-nighter study sessions before finals
i'll be the first flower you see in bloom after a long and cold winter
call me summer
i'll be the rays of sunshine that tan your flawless skin
i'll be the cold shower you take cause that bloody air conditioner is broken again
i'll be the hammock that you lay on as you stargaze and think about all the galaxies that stream above
The gush of water over rounded rocks
Elevate to echoes,
Echoes that echo in the space between
Tree and stone.
The sun rays are even and smooth
Wherever you turn.
Go round and round in a full circle,
It’s all even,
Except just before you return to where you started,
In that one split second and space of air.
The evened light from the sun
Will be molded differently here,
It will form tall slender shadows
That fall over the giant rocks.
In the shadows you can see
Two lovers, both nude,
Both having reached complete happiness.
Both their arms are around one another,
Holding the other’s shoulders and back like a conch.
The tops of their heads are crowned with
Fern circlets,
The green of which makes their skin look pale
And the hair on their head look light.
In this embrace, within the echoes between tree and stone,
These two lovers hold their ceremony,
One that belongs solely to them,
A secret from the world outside nature.
The sun rays bind them
And the echoes between tree and stone set them free.
Here they hold their ceremony,
With the fern crowns on their heads
And love within their beating hearts.
the glitterball in space
wrapped in wormholes
caressed by distant quasars
peak at optimum speed
before floating falling
toward the muted aromas
of space age earth
the bile of industry
smears the planet in neon
one giant shinning marble
city lights stretch
in the haze from pole to pole
whatever hemisphere
whatever timezone
whatever continent
aqua is the precious mineral
few places exist where
hope springs life eternal
rivers were rerouted years ago
run by power corporations
who package it in sachets
with dehydrated memory
a planet of consumption
tectonic plates stitched
stapled, bridged and woven
the fabric of the world
we unzip to consume
revel in the electronic tune
that breeds our contempt
for the the lost seasons
our reason dilluted, polluted
by the tune that remains the same;
beautiful stranger
dream a dream for me
because now all we have
between us
is acid rain.
As I sit here alone,
thoughts of you fill my head.
I go over and over
what you meant to me,
what you still mean to me.
You touched my heart,
like no one before.
Our memories totally surround me,
with every waking moment -
they are the last things I feel
before I retire at night.
Dreams of you weigh
on my mind and wake me.
This is when I miss you the most.
Our lives are on different paths now.
You are taking time
to figure out what you truly want,
even though I already know,
but have no control over it.
My wants rest in your hands.
So, I tread forward,
pretending that all is well,
while inside, I feel like I am dying
without your love -
your love that supported me;
your love that sustained me.
your love that completed me.
Now, I am lost without it.
You have asked
if we can still be friends?
I knew this would be
hard for me to do,
even after all of the hurt.
So, I took some time
to mend my heart,
and I learned to forgive you -
with open arms
I welcomed you back.
Things are going well,
however, I remain so guarded.
I know that I must be this way,
so as not to be misled.
You tell me that you understand.
Yet, truly, do you realize
that I have given you one last chance -
one last chance to remain a part of my life?
This is all I can afford to give you anymore.
I am trying to move forward each day,
by taking small steps,
instead of one giant leap.
Sometimes I feel like
I am making progress;
other times, I feel like I am failing.
Time is all I have during my transition.
One day, all wounds shall be healed.
Time will tell what becomes of us.
One thing I know for certain is,
even though I am moving forward,
you will always feel
my spirit close by -
this same spirit
that will always care for you
and wish you well.
Vicki A Zinn
2008
the parts in me
they click and
surge, tick like
clocks and twist
like giant stone
cogs
I found my way back
back, to that place I go to
When I cry
When I sleep
When I die
High in the atmosphere
into worlds.
I have my own hide away
no one can find me.
I've watched the universe
spin slowly.
Change from dark to light,
night to day,
night to day.
I've seen caves and creatures
roam the planet.
Lush green trees
ripped from their homes.
Giant animals
fall to the ground.
I've called upon the archangels for protection
from the darkness that has covered the earth.
I've fallen out of my hiding place
and landed in the darkest of nights.
Sun that seems too bright.
Nights that seem too long.
Haunted by words that will
never
never
ever
fade.
But yet, I've always return
to my spot in the sky,
to watch the evolutions,
revelations, the nightmares
and the miracles.
I've watched our
Mother
Father
God
destroy and rebuild.
Destroy and rebuild.
I've seen the most beautiful things.
Even the city lights
look like fireflies illuminating the planet
from here.
I've found beauty in everything.
Every word.
Every taste, smell, touch.
Every third eyed sensation.
I am not omnipresent.
Only...
present.
I glow a soft shade of purples and blues.
Indigos.
All shades, with a white crown upon my head
pouring out the purest of white lights.
My head tilts back as I pray for salvation on earth.
Peace among men.
An awakening.
The earth glitters with hope.
I sit and wonder as I mindlessly play
with the token around my neck.
A ring for prayer.
A reminder of greatness.
I gently allow myself to fall,
sink slowly through the atmosphere
like I am drowning during a sunset.
Tragic, yet beautiful.
Again, down, down.
My wings know not to save me.
I’ve been out to lunch since we got here.
everyone is out to brunch celebrating maternal lessons
begotten lies or if they’re triumphant
forgotten spite
spring hats
spring sandals
spring grief
sometimes things just go away
like missing pieces
backs of earrings in the hotel room at your cousin’s wedding
origami petals you sprinkled at her ankles
when you were just learning how to fix the cereal
to give appreciation for the succulent heart
you’ve been munching on to get on with your new one
diplomas, expired passports, birth certificates
that don’t really mean much
you’re here & you can prove it if they ask
with this giant gaping hole in the center of everything
that you at last had the guts to crack
the diamond she stole
all winter blooms
the time you had left
grand ideas slipping out of your ears
little ripples of eureka!
plopping on your floor for the ants to devour
you should have tried harder
because love is boundless I can’t possess it
it consumes me with its pretentious humility
strangles like southern nooses
swallows like their tidal waves of unyielding humidity
feelings for the flesh that steals me so palpable
moaning exorcist! & synonyms for hurry up
the climax is the body’s clever parapraxis
I want this thing gone
so I can be in an overgrown hat with tea & good ideas
I’ll slice open those little bugs & rip em back out
write down their thoughts
send it back to you stuffed with their dead little toes
& threatening locks of my dead ashy hair
never fails
evanescence & maladaptive woolgathering
knitting a sweater full of verses I’ve never heard
wear the world like vapor
dissipating around my shoulders
my fortune cookie says
my dear girl you are so lonely
you have created all this
you are mourning events
people places & things that never existed
(cut it open, pull it out)
wipe those ruby red eyes
& take a look around
but my house is a burning building
so I gotta run
tsk tsk
again you have missed it
I had one fawn over me
but he fell in the giant yawn I stomped in the yard
like my bright wishes, he’s also gone
there’s a flaw in the world tonight
eyes shut tight
& I am fixing it.
The night was quietly stalking away,
Preparing for the coming of day.
The soft sleeping sound made me rise,
Leaving my duvet, I wiped the sleep out of my eyes.
My feet pressed against the cold kitchen floor tiles
Too tired to move to warmth that seemed like miles.
Instead, I boiled some water to make green tea,
To have a cup, or two, or three.
On the golden coaster I placed my mug,
I brought my knees up to envelop them in a hug.
A single sip made my eyes grow wide,
Just in time to watch out for the giant tide.
A few more brought a talking meat and his army of knives,
They held a bag each, to store amounts of stolen lives.
Gulping down a sip that burnt my tongue and throat,
I was fortunately rescued by a singing goat.
The wall clock in the kitchen stared at me angrily,
Telling me that it was already half past three.
‘I’m burning!’ the oven cried out in fear,
I came to comfort it but instead it burnt my ear.
The small scene caused chaos in the room,
I fought all vicious dirt with a broom.
Plates and cutlery flew firing at me,
But I held my ground and drank the rest of my tea.
The mug was finally empty,
The morning had already met me.
The wall clock had fallen but the kitchen was in a good state,
I found that nothing was broken, not even a single plate.
The eventful night crumbled away to hide from sight,
All I could ask myself was ‘What was in my tea last night?’
