In a pile like logs
Heaps ordered or untidy
Or can be used to do so
(And to be honest often are)
Fallow yet likewise burgeoning
With one another wantonly
Following decree or whimsy
As they work together to shape
The destiny of each fickle fairy land
Ready to construct a cosy warmth
Or for dispatching the odd heretic or two
In wait clutching their brief
Keys to justice or injustice
Words shape, constrict ideation
Damn and blast unwelcome fact
Whispering in our ear
Perhaps all we have in the end
Just in case
Just in case
This was written as a contribution to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt No. 60.
Flavoursome you claim
It says so on the packing
So it must be true
PIROUETTE AND PARODY
What tawdry melodies
What over-frequented bars
What cliché-laden notes
What lustful desires
What spiteful tricks
What fearful denials
What we choose to call love
What a grotesque ballet
We turn it into
Too much pollution
In our air, in our water
In our politics
“There is the path of wisdom and the path of ignorance. They are far apart and lead to different ends … Abiding in the midst of ignorance, thinking themselves wise and learned, fools go aimlessly hither and thither like the blind led by the blind. What lies beyond life shines not to those who are childish, or careless, or deluded by wealth. ”
– Katha Upanishad,
UNRESOLVED AND ONGOING
Truth or dare but a party game; yet solo
who dare reveal these truths unshown
beyond these so private hallowed walls,
unshared with anyone beside oneself;
unknown in fact even here within
for truth to tell unquestioned, left unexplored.
Awareness – unspoken – wordless – unborn.
Old bedfellows Truth and Lies lie side by side,
sing “noli me tangere” in tango tempo, like
the Magdalene still endures the bad-rapping
despite the dissension, the fervid support.
Wife, best friend, reformed prostitute or what?
Let’s be honest now who really knows?
True truth unrattled by untruth’s pretension
the inner world has never been hyphenated.