BY THIS AUTHOR
To Pantheon and Back
Lower your head,
Ezra Pound;
methinks you’ve
been too proud.
Lend your ear,
and I’ll speak profound...
June
We arranged the chess pieces
on a silver serving tray
as a mingled array of white and black
for corresponding squares - so that,
despite my efforts, the Queen could not attack...
Discourse Poetic
“I paint no pretty pictures”
I eventually confessed,
whilst drinking with poets,
sharing cigarettes and regrets.
“Indeed, it is what our art could do”
I kindly agreed,
as we discussed my words,
and bonded through what we all left unsaid.
“Honestly, I envy your wit”
I praised a poet,
who disagreed with his pleasant face,
over my characters, lamentations and rootlessness.
“But yes, I stand by each word I have said”
we concluded,
as I took the bus,
and the poets found some forest path to tread.
We nodded as we parted, for it was harmonious to disagree,
and I spent my journey writing,
lamentations and doubts over the distressing aches that inspire
me.
By JPV
Copyright February 2006