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Trimurti (The Writer’s Lot) – (A Four By Six)
TRIMURTI (THE WRITER’S LOT)
Creating. Destroying.
In between? Sustaining.
What about abstaining?
That’s when there’s writer’s block.
Departure Lounge
DEPARTURE LOUNGE
Motion suspended
Awaiting call to action
Anticipation
Flickering candles of thought
Like tiny sparks in the night
On The Crests Of Waves
ON THE CRESTS OF WAVES
What new worlds shall we
Not simply determine to create
But share today?
What new worlds shall we
Not simply determine to share
But create today?
When Poetry Works (A Four By Six)
WHEN POETRY WORKS
Warp and weft sounds spouting
A lingual waterfall
Calling forth a mist of
Insubstantial rainbows
Poets
POETS
We’re not here to procreate
(Opposite directions)
Smile, wave as we pass
Speak our truth and be gone
Toast To Authors
TOAST TO AUTHORS
Fruits fresh from much foraging
Picked out and picked over
For browsing, brooding, brewing
Through fermentation, evaporation
Concentration and distillation
The initial insipid tipple
Of the mundane commonplace
Emerges new born from the nib
Or more likely these days
The fingertips and screen
Fortified and now 100 proof
So savour slowly this potent elixir
That our writers have pored over
And now pour for us freely
So pause and drink their health
Calliope’s Children
CALLIOPE’S CHILDREN
You stoke and provoke
Open up countless chasms
Too vast to orate
Conjuring such wild answers
Few are they who dare reply
Comradeship
COMRADESHIP
We each swim through time
Spewing words like light and dark
But what do we build?
Illusions and delusions
Glad to have encountered you
