Cosmic Unknown

featured in the poetry forum October 2, 2020  :: 0 comments

The great unknown within its flow
has vast galactic heights aglow
with heavens’ past in astral vaults
in schemes of intricate gestalts
that strain the brain to vertigo.

Yet on the dreamers here below
the stars their stellar airs bestow,
as music of the spheres exalts
the great unknown.

Still cosmic questers seek to know
the principles that rule the show
while scientists search out the faults
and make their math turn somersaults,
although it ever shall be so,
the great unknown…

editors note:

Let your questions lie. Find peace in that. – mh clay

The Spindle

August 25, 2020  :: 0 comments

An excerpt from Sleeping Beauty One day like all seemingly other days a long impending day that was to be set apart from all other days by the opening of an impenetrable chasm I idle found myself in medias res wandering wandering intrepidly all about the palace running round running running round about the castle restlessly questing searching aimlessly for …

How Can We Humans Be So Blind

featured in the poetry forum July 18, 2020  :: 0 comments

This planet whereon we reside
gave nature’s bounty far and wide.
We’ve seen our Mother Earth from space
who barely shows her fragile face
as Pale Blue Dot, sunbeam enshrined,
and still we humans are so blind.

The cosmic reaches hugely grand
are vaster than we understand.
We know not of a single place
where kindred creatures would be graced
with crucial features so combined.
But oh we humans are so blind.

We’ve self-importance off the scale,
self-interest beyond the pale,
yet if our sweep of self were more
than just what enters through our door
it could be good for all Mankind.
How can we humans be so blind?

If only we’d be even wise
enough to open tight shut eyes
and seek reality’s true guise
from whence awareness dawns arise,
a search within would surely find
that humans need not be so blind.

editors note:

Let’s fear not the inward search. – mh clay

From “Blooming,” excerpts from Sleeping Beauty

April 29, 2020  :: 0 comments

My oh so bloomy garden auteurist domain, where savored I wholesale poetic license, was far more fantastic than the famed hanging wonder of the world terraced in antiquity for a melancholy missus by her kingly spouse. Still and all I wanted the whole blooming world as my garden my luring organa garden my fata morgana garden brimming in the brightest …

Far and Near

featured in the poetry forum April 24, 2020  :: 0 comments

Wonders of the world abound
on our earthly stomping ground,
in the seven seas profound,
midst the heavens round us wound.

Images from reaches vast
by astronomers amassed
show in varicolored cast,
cosmic glories unsurpassed,

stories of the great immense,
begging questions why and whence,
scenes stelliferously dense,
bringing past to present tense.

Oh how tantalizing to
lose oneself in starry view
of galactic vision new
where a poet’s words ring true!

Tennyson’s ‘Far–Far—Away’,
penned for Music’s haunting play
with the sounds the words convey
as they whisper, swing and sway,

tells of ‘far’ from past long gone,
murmur from ‘his own life’s dawn’?
breath where ‘doors of death’ go on
through an open curtain drawn?

Whether time or space be meant,
or spacetime together bent,
still, whatever sense is lent,
far’s remote in its intent.

After sunset’s crimson blaze
we may raise a dreamy gaze
in escape from troubled days
to celestial splendors praise.

Will our search of cosmic sphere
teach us to esteem what’s here?
Oft stargazers too I fear
must look far to see the near.

editors note:

Just stop to gaze at distant star to learn that cosmic dust we are. – mh clay

Word Sounding

featured in the poetry forum January 30, 2020  :: 0 comments

The sounds of words can shake the skies
or cut an ego down to size,
when knowing sages have their say
of fitting words to seize the day,
conveying wisdom from the wise.

An avid versifier tries
through orphic craft to harmonize
with sense and lyric overlay
the sounds of words.

From inner cosmos may arise
the wordless visions word defies
that seek to find a worded way
with synesthetic interplay,
and thus in poem crystallize
the sounds of words.

editors note:

Our sound obsession… – mh clay

Blooming

January 25, 2020  :: 0 comments

An Excerpt of Sleeping Beauty There was kiss me under the Golden Bough mistletoe, yes Virgil says it was gilt wholly golden, so named possibly from the clinquant tint the cut limb acquires when kept to wither glittering through a season. Was not the sun’s firelight, or a modicum thereof, supposed to radiate from this shrub gathered all in all …

Falling Off the Monkey Bars — 8

featured in the poetry forum November 21, 2019  :: 0 comments

My cat
comes in at dark
to be petted and fed—

I offer her
my life-long dilemmas.

She
curls
and
stretches
and sleeps—

While
I
lie awake
beamed
at the night.

editors note:

How many stars shine down on us because of uncaring cosmic cats and anxious unrest in the night? – mh clay

Picking Up the Thread & Who Me?

October 13, 2019  :: 0 comments

Excerpts from Sleeping Beauty Picking Up the Thread Rumor went round and round the land and even abroad of a most beautiful sleeping princess Rosamond, as you know I was called, who was encircled by an impassable thorn thistle which prickly creeping hedge had plot-thickened year after year after year for nearly ten decades and that within that intriguing aculeate …

From Dust to Dust

featured in the poetry forum September 9, 2019  :: 0 comments

From dust to dust our lives are thrust,
while flames the candle’s brief combust.
We leave the shelter of the bay,
unmindful night will follow day,
to launch our voyage, earn a crust.

All nature seems a sage august.
In paths of promises we trust,
not weighing dreams along the way
from dust to dust.

With age comes waning wanderlust.
The mortal frame’s begun to rust.
In measured steps our scenes we play.
But even stars to death fall prey.
And yet there must be more than just
from dust to dust…

editors note:

With places to go and people to see; we’d like to last eternally. – mh clay