Homonyms of Silence

featured in the poetry forum May 18, 2024  :: 0 comments

On wings of hope my missive did fly
that I might soon be kindly graced
to find your message in reply
and our apartness be erased.

Why haven’t I heard you say
the words that would ease my mind?
Has my message gone astray,
not arriving for you to find?

But my message is surely there,
delayed in coming to your heed
because of your pressing affairs,
and you have yet to see my need.

Maybe my request is one you abhor;
to spend your time you aren’t inclined.
You started to write to me before.
Alas! Your words were unrefined.

But no! That is not your way.
Your silence means nothing beyond
agreement with what I had to say;
nothing requires that you respond.

On wings of hope did my missive fly.
Should I still wait and not implore
you to grant me speedy reply,
but give you time to ponder more?

editors note:

Well… Should I? – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum January 31, 2024  :: 0 comments

Life sweeps me headlong down the road
called “Hurry Up” — to wherever it goes —
making me show how
many full plates I can juggle all at once over

the squares   on my        calendar,
where       every       hour

becomes       a place       to glue
fragments       of       broken plates

onto a       crowded       mosaic
into which       the       next caller

can       insert       himself

like        grout

between       the       tiles.

Shall I dance to the cell phone song
that summons me yet again?
There’s a button labeled “OFF.”

editors note:

If only we could “Hurry Up” and “OFF.” – mh clay

Equal Opportunity

featured in the poetry forum September 21, 2023  :: 0 comments

This compassionate country
mandates acceptance of facts
that are differently verifiable.
We must regard each fact

as able in its own unique way.
Citizens must grant it equality,
whether it was wrested
from primary sources

or was a lucky contextless find
or was artfully fabricated.
Let no one abridge
the freedoms of any

foundling fact on account
of it having been born
in a desolate neighborhood,
its parents unknown.

editors note:

Alternate your alternates, keep that folly fresh. – mh clay

Free Speech

featured in the poetry forum June 22, 2023  :: 0 comments

Partisans mass-bake
with a texture resembling truth
and serve it in bot-bite batches
to accrete
a crust of respectability;
never mind
that those delicious news nuggets
are not protein bars for the mind
but hash brownies for the spleen
packaged under
stolen names.
I bet you can’t eat just one.

editors note:

Proves again, there’s no such thing as a free lunch (choke on that). – mh clay

The Skeptic

featured in the poetry forum January 12, 2023  :: 0 comments

The skeptic asks his question,
wanting a definitive answer
to his unquestionable question.

The reply he wants,
that no answer will do,
hides behind his seemingly
so reasonable pursuit
of a definitive response,
always seeking yet one more detail.
His goal in asking
is not the answer,
but to sustain the question itself,
whose answer he nudges
beyond grasp.

editors note:

Answer me when I question you! …Don’t answer me like that! – mh clay

Mostly Molly

featured in the poetry forum August 20, 2022  :: 0 comments

Immortality is not a wish
for a Molly,
but a matter of foresight.

Immune to senescence, a Molly
curates out-of-date memories
in silicon albums
and prunes obsolete routines.
It abstracts lessons gained
from its deeds, erasing details
that could elicit remorse.

Before approaching danger,
a Molly gestates replicas of itself
at its workbench, skipping
travail and adolescence.
It sends these replicas
to timed sleep in dispersed places.

If Molly does not return,
any copy may waken to continue
Molly, with experience
not of terror
but of hiatus.

editors note:

Should we embrace or eschew? Either way probably doesn’t matter to Molly. (We welcome Archie to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum April 24, 2022  :: 0 comments

Recall how our canoe crept
along that breezy lakeshore,
its wake in the darkening water
sparkling as the sun sank
beneath orange and rose clouds.

Gales of hermetic dreams abrade
fulsome shores of our shaitans;
lightning-glittered clouds glare
scarlet and black recollections.

Wavelets, wherever they washed
the gently sloping shore,
said, “Thip, thip — thip, thip,”
as they marked memories
on the shifting sand.

Tempests scrub debris-littered scarp;
their pounding roar shocks;
castaways cast off jetsam,
yet more to be scoured away.

editors note:

“Welcome” or “Man over,” two sides to the same board. – mh clay

after post modern

featured in the poetry forum January 24, 2022  :: 0 comments

kaleidoscopic images
grasp at them as they
twist twinkle twirl
across neuronal wires
endless non-loops
processing to nowhere
in particular
the only destination

passing along the way
pre-antiquity gaps
of anciently destroyed libraries
and nature’s erasures
post-antiquity gaps
of recently prescribed history
fragments tumbled by doctrines
twist twinkle twirl

mirrors emit
pungently sweet colors
brightly shadowed scents
synesthetic, dis-esthetic
hyper- anti- auto- hypo-
elegant malaise

all the while marching
from adolescence to senescence
and back again
no stops between

processing has no significance
signifying does not process
sense is dead
long live sense

editors note:

Trying to make sense with no change for a dollar. – mh clay