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Unfathomable Muse: Four By Six/Acrostic

Sylph

UNFATHOMABLE MUSE

Delicate dancing sylph
Elegant fairy queen
Everlasting fount of
Poem after poem

Cogs Sans Cognition: Shadorma

COGS SANS COGNITION

Unaware
Within and without
Mystery
Surrounds us
One thing leads to another
They call it karma

Strider: Reposted

STRIDER

Striding on through the world
Drawing it close around her
Like a pair of old slippers
Worn smooth by tireless pacing

Striding on through the world
Drawing it close around her
Like a comforting cloak
Proffered in a time of poverty

Striding on through the world
Drawing it close around her
Like a stuttering lighthouse
Glimpsed at the edge of revelation

Striding on through the world
Drawing it close around her
Like an envelope addressed to the future
Scrawled in an unknown tongue

Interlocutory Discourse

INTERLOCUTORY DISCOURSE

I inform you you’ve a
Quite unique way of
Employing words

But then you are
Probably aware
Of that and so

My own words?
Superfluous?
Maybe not?

Who knows?
Not you?
Nor I?

Pride And Prejudice: Tanka

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE

They said not a word
For not a word need be said
A cloud of silence
Always accompanied them
Others looked on bathed in awe

Vinery: Shadorma

VINERY

So tangled
So densely woven
This vinescape
Hard to tell
Whether made up of many
Or of only one

Here We Are

HERE WE ARE

We know, we know not
Mystery tempers boredom
Lifetimes tick away

Cheep Talk

CHEEP TALK

Talk is cheap
Talk is common
Chitchatting away
Of this and that
Speaks of sunsets
Of suns going down
When it’s backs turning
Obeying a planetary spin
I’ll use plurals here
As each of us
Has a sun

We madmen
Madwomen we
In our hidden hearts
Live in our own dreamtimes
Encircling our own central axis
Round which this outer earth and sun
(With a moon as a loony sidekick)
From birth to death revolve

In truth the sun never sets
Nor does the earth
For that matter
Simply spins
And spins

Metamorphic metaphor
Cloaking the untaught truth
It doesn’t matter if you don’t mind
Take a break for a moment and pause
At the crux – the axis – of all of this and that
Here-I-am & now-is-now & I-am-I & this-is-it
Now where is our next breath coming from?
How do we know that? Actually we don’t
We are an incomprehensible miracle
Given the grace of time to seek
While stars and planets spin

Life As A Quiz Show

LIFE AS A QUIZ SHOW

And the answer is …
Sorry, you ran out of time.
Next contestant please.

Quicksand II

QUICKSAND II

An explanation
Is only a theory
But with pretensions

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