Jun 2013
to be
or
not to be...
he stands at the lamppost, screened from view
evening light slopes across the street
and cuts an oblong square of light
from the *Hotel de Ville lobby-entrance.
she wonders who he is, standing there so
almost melding into post, his nondescript shadow sidling alongside
while early eve strolls through Le Parc des Céléstins
steady presence, half but not quite menacing.
he gazes down at his silhouette, Gauloise alit
and it, in turn, looks into the kerb...or up at him...
he turns his head up slowly, hazy wisps
as bewilderment draws reredos.
she hears footsteps clack across the parquet floor
as someone leaves the rez-de-chaussée
she wonders what he wants; why he stands there
who he waits for; and why so long.....
she can never see his face, ponders much on this
she longs to understand, yet feels afraid
as if she's seen that shade before, across the road
moving slowly, as the hours steal away...
visible from her second floor, she eyes
daddy-long legged limbs and dangly shapes
he has merely wandered into his past
seeking only the one he hopes to find.
traveled so far and sought so wide
crossed oceans, traversed treacherous terrain
perseverance the clutch word of the day
only to linger long to recover dashed prize.
later, as she peers into the heavy night
from windows shut, all her eyes can pierce
are nought but empty shadows 'neath that solitary lamp post
seems the mist carried off her spectral fear.... as well.
or...
did it?
S T, 28 June 2013 (Fry-day:)
or
not to be...
he stands at the lamppost, screened from view
evening light slopes across the street
and cuts an oblong square of light
from the *Hotel de Ville lobby-entrance.
she wonders who he is, standing there so
almost melding into post, his nondescript shadow sidling alongside
while early eve strolls through Le Parc des Céléstins
steady presence, half but not quite menacing.
he gazes down at his silhouette, Gauloise alit
and it, in turn, looks into the kerb...or up at him...
he turns his head up slowly, hazy wisps
as bewilderment draws reredos.
she hears footsteps clack across the parquet floor
as someone leaves the rez-de-chaussée
she wonders what he wants; why he stands there
who he waits for; and why so long.....
she can never see his face, ponders much on this
she longs to understand, yet feels afraid
as if she's seen that shade before, across the road
moving slowly, as the hours steal away...
visible from her second floor, she eyes
daddy-long legged limbs and dangly shapes
he has merely wandered into his past
seeking only the one he hopes to find.
traveled so far and sought so wide
crossed oceans, traversed treacherous terrain
perseverance the clutch word of the day
only to linger long to recover dashed prize.
later, as she peers into the heavy night
from windows shut, all her eyes can pierce
are nought but empty shadows 'neath that solitary lamp post
seems the mist carried off her spectral fear.... as well.
or...
did it?
S T, 28 June 2013 (Fry-day:)
.....look behind you, baby...!
(Writ on 28 may '13)
night after night, the man in the shadows waits.
he but seeks the one who was lost to him, most unexpected and so sudden....
so, he stands and waits, forever in hope.
in fervent hope....
/ / /
(all from a dream...all from a dream....)
/ / /
sub-entry: "sun in dungeon"
1.
cheery sun pokes its head into my head
says a vibey hello
blinding me so
shoo, man!
2.
ok, ok then :)
come the hell inside
whatya want now?
oh, spring-cleaning..
3.
fine, fine!
just do yer **** thing already
if ye can:
sift through some trying trash
dust out corners of my torrid thoughts
clean the cobwebs of my ridiculous rambles
weigh the persimmons of my dreaded discomfit
all drab and dreary stuff, really
in wake of abrupt section
4.
just don't you DARE go ....there
where the polygon splintercat lives
that place has no entry
its gritty lock lies on the seabed
of an ocean
whose waves arch
beyond nocturnal dreams
over lactic plains
5.
eclipsing all defeat
of dark, velvet desire
and reaching places
you can't see, bright eye
weaving endless mystery
dream-salad of secret ingredients
scouring reams of lines
in search of ...the one
skiing unknown trapetisers
uncaptured foto, still in negative
captivating me in brown study
rêve-eternae
but that corner-chamber
is sealed..
that sought dungeon
is quite closed.
5.
restless shadows
pariah's paradigm
highest price paid
normandy relies on hues
paler than thought
amidst
fierce wrestling of ambagious answers
from reluctant guardian
in
recklessly-forsaken skies
yielding but
fruitless harvest..
in a forgotten garden
6.
so, vamoose
oh, you pretty solar coin
afore ye do get trapped
in here ...soundless
but for the din
of
this
fool-stop.
(Writ on 28 may '13)
night after night, the man in the shadows waits.
he but seeks the one who was lost to him, most unexpected and so sudden....
so, he stands and waits, forever in hope.
in fervent hope....
/ / /
(all from a dream...all from a dream....)
/ / /
sub-entry: "sun in dungeon"
1.
cheery sun pokes its head into my head
says a vibey hello
blinding me so
shoo, man!
2.
ok, ok then :)
come the hell inside
whatya want now?
oh, spring-cleaning..
3.
fine, fine!
just do yer **** thing already
if ye can:
sift through some trying trash
dust out corners of my torrid thoughts
clean the cobwebs of my ridiculous rambles
weigh the persimmons of my dreaded discomfit
all drab and dreary stuff, really
in wake of abrupt section
4.
just don't you DARE go ....there
where the polygon splintercat lives
that place has no entry
its gritty lock lies on the seabed
of an ocean
whose waves arch
beyond nocturnal dreams
over lactic plains
5.
eclipsing all defeat
of dark, velvet desire
and reaching places
you can't see, bright eye
weaving endless mystery
dream-salad of secret ingredients
scouring reams of lines
in search of ...the one
skiing unknown trapetisers
uncaptured foto, still in negative
captivating me in brown study
rêve-eternae
but that corner-chamber
is sealed..
that sought dungeon
is quite closed.
5.
restless shadows
pariah's paradigm
highest price paid
normandy relies on hues
paler than thought
amidst
fierce wrestling of ambagious answers
from reluctant guardian
in
recklessly-forsaken skies
yielding but
fruitless harvest..
in a forgotten garden
6.
so, vamoose
oh, you pretty solar coin
afore ye do get trapped
in here ...soundless
but for the din
of
this
fool-stop.
