poetry - n. 1: writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rythmn 2 a: a quality that stirs the imagination b: a quality of spontaneity and grace

Name: dthaase

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Murder In Chicago

"The progress of rivers to the ocean
is not so rapid as that of man to error." Voltaire

He would empty himself –

A nine caliber of anger
into the minds of bystanders.
Laying them down
with semi-automatic rage.

One within a litigious litter –
Bent as a crowbar for bending,
fork-tongued and cursing.

Friday, March 18, 2005

"What, the fair Ophelia!"
"Sweets to the sweet. Farewell!"

a triolet

The eyelids have closed -
        curtains upon a stage.
        Mourners grapple in the grave.
The eyelids have closed -
        remind of sweetness in repose;
        a hidden love to yet engage.
The eyelids have closed -
        curtains upon a stage.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

My Two Sense

a triolet

Every coin has two sides
As every virtue has its vice
Here it is, I say it twice
Every coin has two sides
On the heads and tails derives
What one finds to suffice
Every coin has two sides
As every virtue has its vice


a nonce sonnet

A Bishop moves
Past some Samaritan Pawn;
Eager to flaunt his new tassels,
The only brightness upon his cloaked self.
In his move –

The belly of the Queen has been exposed
To the bludgeoning of a Rook from afar
(Who has no name for sorrow or joy)
And aborts the hope of an heir.
Cornered is the King -

Between a too kind Knight
And the cousin of the Queen’s demise.
          There he falls with out-turned palms
          Calling out forsaken psalms.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

How To Read Poetry

I closed my eyes and there was the sea.
It began to break against the sea wall
      within my mind.
I let it break right through -
there were no more boundaries -
      as I hovered above it all;
      the beach, the smell of salt,
      the foam of waves laughing upon the sand,
      the ship coming to harbor...
Then my name was called.
I rose and went into my day.