Gilded Words (Magnetic Poem #3)

Gilded Words

books are the solution

full of sound & beauty

                                                                           &
                                                                               understanding


                                                                                                   gilded

                  follow the                     words

The Language of Art (Plunderverse Poem #5)

The Language of Art

language is intelligent, idiosyncratic,

                                passionate

                             a life's work                                      elements of

                       a seemless

                                   entity

                                                the artists' own words

                            the language

keening, strident, warlike, seductive

                                   celebratory

                                    sustained

                                                              provocations, flashes

fragmentary

                                         profoundly awake

                                   eyes open

seizing the light

working under cover of darkness

                    

                            obscuring darkness

A Kafkaesque Self (Magnetic Poem #2)

                                   

                                      do you feel it?

                                                 ennui & delight

                                                beauty & languish

                                                obtuse & cunning

                                   this herculean banality

a Kafkaesque self

Slather Language Here (Magnetic Poem #1)

Creativity is like a deep well, and as long as you keep it nourished, its waters will be there for you.

During this time of self-isolation, I realized I need creative time to play and get away from screens. So, this series of poetic interventions into my day, via my fridge haha (thanks magnetic poetry!) is meant as a creative outlet.

Here's the first poem. But technically this is Day 9 of self-isolation.

slather language here
miscreant missives

a system for
fecund ennui


(N is for Neville who died of ennui
- Edward Gorey)

Fall Haiku

The last leaf whispers

"I want to stay with you, Tree"

Wind has other plans

~

I am the last leaf

I am always the last leaf

Until Wind finds me

~

The last leaf trembles

"Goodbye, Tree, until next time"

Wind comes out to play