ADVENT FAST

featured in the poetry forum December 18, 2023  :: 0 comments

Seeds kept in cupped hands.
And nuts.
Surely something will sprout,
Grow, yield a harvest
Provoke questions
And allot answers.
And fruits, fruits, fruits.
Sugary sweetness,
Nectar and honey.
Do we mistake the temptation
As forgetfulness
When we omit to make the sign of the cross
Over the bread
Just because we are flawless egoists?

editors note:

In this season, let’s not find ourselves at cross-purposes. – mh clay

LESSONS

featured in the poetry forum February 18, 2023  :: 0 comments

You’ll never find in the ponderous books
The rules how to live like a waif paper boat
On the tarmac surface without rain,
How to start a journey
After a thousand breathings
With an impudent chlorine after-scent
From the humble square
To the sky
Eloquently cerulean
For the olivewood to arch and the cherubim to flit,
How to free gratitude
For the impossible chance
To step a bare foot into cloudy seas
That keep mute fish inside their maws.
It’s a blessing to attain
The scales on your eyelids equal
And the circuits of your blood concentric.

editors note:

Life lessons for more or less living. – mh clay

ALLOTMENT OF VIRTUES

featured in the poetry forum July 14, 2022  :: 0 comments

This morning
The rain behind the hospital window
Made me speculate on what would the feeling be
If I were a wet bird.
Later, a friend called to say hello
And I forgot about my philosophy.
Sometimes a pinch of irony imbibed with witticism
Helps me abscond from normality
Pretending that pain is a non-affordable brooch
Fastened to flamboyant party clothes.
As my grandmother would say,
Through the verdant wr(e)ath
One could see the true rays of faith.
Her meek smile used to reciprocate
To my scepticism.
Friends are hope, she said,
Woven into everyday pieces of miracle
Because heart doesn’t need any burden of proof
Nor an argument from ignorance.
Her simple principle,
Love is innocent, many-sided,
A long sentence with various tails.
Today’s— a crystal tear under the tongue
Of a timid sparrow.

editors note:

A tail as a tear, today only. (We welcome Vyarka to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay

BIRTHDAY

featured in the poetry forum December 8, 2021  :: 0 comments

My mood fluctuates
In the flying evening.
Of course, I like flowers.
Abundant variety
From dear friends.
But the dwarf lemon tree
Is my favorite.
It makes me happy
Radiating freshness
On my writing desk.
Mother,
I remember you telling me
Lemon juice is high in citric acid.
That may cause my teeth to lose calcium.
What a willful teenager.
Admonition again and again.
Mother,
Do you think
A few of these pellucid lemon tears
In my refreshing water
Will be capable to bleach
All the irretrievable offences
My mouth uttered.

editors note:

Maybe, if only to make them easier to swallow. – mh clay

THE PLACE OF MY NEST

featured in the poetry forum August 23, 2021  :: 0 comments

Many years ago
The place was an abyss
Then the fluid lava
Overflooded it
And the time chronicles
Made it even.
Mended pieces of history—
A mixture of proofs and mendacity
Which grains refused the sieve of refinement.
Living between concave and convex,
Now—a reason
For broken bills.

editors note:

No feathers, no fly; no lie. – mh clay