Just because you dont see any effort,
Doesnt mean its not there.

high above the river, from the edge of the cliff, one can
see the rafters in their inflated crafts, in the blue and
red and yellow ovals, bright and iridescent and suspended
atop the furious strip of gray as they wend below, lifting,

twisting, careening as their vessels sprout sodden arms that
grip scarred paddles, paddles that swing quick and deep  
into the foam only to then be held still and wide to the water,
a thousand rudders to navigate the rocks and avoid the

hard realities that rise in the shallows and are revealed  
without warning, some only to scream haplessly like
funhouse monsters, while the others lie dangerously quiet,  
unseen under the surface, until at river's tail the rafters

lift their oars in triumph amid the mirror-like calm, life’s
vagaries conquered for the moment

Allongé sur le sol, la tête dans les étoiles
Des mouvements de va-et-vient et mon cœur qui s’emballe
Ma fréquence respiratoire, graduellement, accélère
Des gémissements m’échappent, j’ai besoin d’air

Plus long que bon
Suis-je parfois amené à penser
Quand proche de l’abandon
Je sens mes bras tressaillir, prêts à lâcher

Un assortiment, lentement, se diversifie et se développe
Tant qu’il pourrait en remplir une échoppe
Attraction, passion, bouffée de neurotransmetteurs
Si je le pouvais, je le ferais durer des heures

L’environnement disparaît inéluctablement
Derrière un voile de sueur et de concentration
Un événement moins futile qu’il ne paraît initialement
Amenant la réalité a largement dépassé la fiction
Puisque rien ne vaut le fait d’être dans l’action
Et d’en ressentir directement tous les frissons

Mes pensées lentement s’évaporent puis se condensent
Formant un épais nuage qui obstrue toute forme d’illumination
Et projette un voile sombre et dense
Recouvrant délicatement ma raison
Faisant ainsi que tout importe, sauf la compréhension
De ce qui excite ma tendre dévotion

I'm a brick layer
by incarnation
by aspiration
by luminosity.

I find unfinished buildings-
toppled skyscrapers-
imaging their foundations
their structural intelligence.

With a brick here
and some love there;
once demolished
can be reassembled.

I'll reconstruct
your finest details,
the youthful aspirations
of an idyllic generation.

Too naïve to
understand that unforgiving
weather can happen
to even the kindest of buildings.

Maybe I grasped the wrong notion
A site meant for poetry in motion
Random musings are easy to find
One sentence isn’t a poem in my mind!

Not all poems have to rhyme
But some of your writings are a crime
A felony against art and words that wield power
These low effort attempts, hundreds each hour

I bet Sylvia Plath turns in her grave
At these pathetic bids some of you gave
Where is the rhapsody, where is the verse?
Your words should be in the back of a hearse

Where is the structure or composition?
Posting your crap was a poor decision
You might hate my words, though they are true
In my opinion, you have some work to do!