Poem : Morning Spells of a Worker Bee

Around three AM, he is awakeUphill, upon a solitaire gameLoving the heat of his sweatThe distance whispers of his honey queenThe nearness of the morning howlsThe mistakes and lazy gaze at the paining fingerThe smiling mirror in his fuming eyesThe smiling lips in his coupled mirrorsThe worker bee is dividing his bloodOne for his sweat […]

Poem : A Weather of Verse

Are poets weak words Are poems marsh lands Are verse withering weather I know there is a tremor I know there is a turbulence I know there is a fragmentation When I web my words into verse When I will my wishes into words When I pin my thoughts upon instincts Poets may be weak […]

Poem : Irrational is Irradiant

There are rational kernels The routes are irrational yet The maps are evolving around There are rational convolutions There are rational instincts There are always subdued They are always submerged Irrationals are exuberant Irrationals are spikes We define the definities We deny the indefinites We delude the indefinites We have not seen the irrationals It […]

Poem : Swarms and Sages

Memory is a foam Memory is a labyrinth Memory is additive Memory has morphs I see a prison I see an asylum I see a rivet I see a kinesis I see a lark I see a prophet They are submerged They are subservient They are swarm lanes They are marsh lands They are poetic […]