whoever said life isn’t easy, nailed it
i shall swim in aqua seas,
flounder in roiling seas,
writhe in darkest doubt
This morning two sparrows chased a black crow from their nest, sheltered among palm fronds. Their babies survived.
when earth begins to bleed,
i shall dance in wild flames,
thirst for crimson nights
Death lingers in my thoughts today. I find downy feathers at the base of an old oak tree. Mama dove mourns in a low-hanging branch.
i fly my chariot across blue skies,
approach sun’s brilliant orange
until, like Phaeton, heat
Tornadoes and floods level land in the South, claim lives, devastate families who begin, already, to reclaim their existence.
I shall swim in aqua seas,
grasp hold of blue balloons
to fly above earth
I couldn’t resist writing a second poem to the prompt offered by Grace for dVerse Poetics, based on the art of Cheryl Kellar.
For a change I decided to play a bit with form. Perhaps “Descending Meter” could be a name for it. It consists of 4-line stanzas of 7-6-5-2, interspersed with short prose observations.
In the writings of Ovid, Phaeton, a son of Apollo, asked his father to grant him one wish, swearing to do so on the river Styx. Apollo agreed. Phaeton requested that, for just one day, he be allowed to drive the chariot of the sun across the heavens. Of course, Apollo tried to talk his son out of it, knowing it would consume him. Phaeton, however, insisted. Because of his oath, Apollo granted his son’s wish with the expected outcome. I suppose the lessons are: be careful what you wish for, and, don’t promise anything before knowing what it will entail.