"dionysos" poems
I met him one night in December...
close to Christmas Eve
When I walked in he had
candles lit and some
scotch for us to drink
His peepers are dark and squinty
His laugh is warm and lovely
His voice is satin spiked with honey
He drinks purple-graped-red-wine
He resembles Dionysos
Nature as a male
He works with cryptic messages
Amalgams and
his speach is a rainbow of
different languages
Could of sworn I've met this
man in some dreamy
distant place...
Palaces of concertos ringing
when I study his copper face
I had a restless wistfulness...
A particular soulful malnutrition
That eventually dissipated
in our bathtub conversation
I swear I would cross oceans
In the hope that we might
meet again
I understand he has a habit of
diving into fountains...
He dances with gypsies on
the street
Sometimes I fail to see how
someone as worldly as he
could like someone like me
I call when he runs by Vesuvius
I want his extra time
I always forget the 7 hour
time difference but...
when we talk it makes me smile
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC
one summer night
on the shores of Greece
I almost lost myself
coming home late
from a walk along the shore
gingerly stepping
between
sleeping bundles in the sand
the wind was soft
the sea warm
the moon full
and hanging low
I shed my clothes
and swam
southwestward
toward the moon
soon I left
the shore behind
swimming toward the moon
propelled by energy
an ache
primeval
leg and arm
I swam
like I never swam before
feeling I could go on
forever
very strong
swimming toward the moon
the moon now covered
all the horizon
and I swam right into
her golden light
in silken waters
that caressed my limbs
Dionysos calling
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
Apollo's lyre, though honest and true,
Had lay weak to his wrists, and then the god who
Brimming with passion, pride and well,
Dionysos had asked him, "Apollo, pray tell--
"why does sadness, hold you?" and so,
With a weak smile did Apollo show;
At the sight of his lover, his chords, he played,
Until the beauty shuddered with ecstasy then fade.
In such Awe, Did Dionysos hold,
His brother, his friend, and to his lover, told;
"I will never abandon thee, so tell:
Why for a moment, your muse had fell?"
Apollo shook his head, fingers tracing the male
And he spoke such honesty, without a moment's fail:
"No grace has pressed me to create such essence:
"Music's beauty is only truly played, with your presence."
- N.C
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
Si era toda en tu verso la armonía del mundo,
¿dónde fuiste, Darío, la armonía a buscar?
Jardinero de Hesperia, ruiseñor de los mares,
corazón asombrado de la música astral,¿te ha llevado Dionysos de su mano al infierno
y con las nuevas rosas triunfantes volverás?
¿Te han herido buscando la soñada Florida,
la fuente de la eterna juventud, capitán?Que en esta lengua madre la clara historia quede;
corazones de todas las Españas, llorad.
Rubén Darío ha muerto en sus tierras de Oro,
esta nueva nos vino atravesando el mar.Pongamos, españoles, en un severo mármol,
su nombre, flauta y lira, y una inscripción no más:
Nadie esta lira pulse, si no es el mismo Apolo,
nadie esta flauta suene, si no es el mismo Pan.
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