urania gazes

(melpomene still rules)

“Aura 1” ~Barun Patro http://www.freeimages.com/photo/aura-1-1165988
urania gazes
(melpomene still rules)

a short collection of poems
about life, love, light, and luck
(i didnʻt mean to assonate, but sometimes,
well,
sh¡t happens . . .)

also as a Series (although iʻm not sure why):
https://medium.com/series/urania-gazing-melpomene-still-rules-4454761d2b20/edit


We are born at a given moment, in a given place and, like vintage years of wine, we have the qualities of the year and of the season of which we are born.
~Carl Jung

When you reach for the stars, you are reaching for the farthest thing out there. When you reach deep into yourself, it is the same thing, but in the opposite direction. If you reach in both directions, you will have spanned the universe.
~Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration


luna

though you hide,
diving, ducking
between the clouds
your silver light
and the tides surging through the ocean
like the moods of my heart
reveal you
in the night.


brilliance

in the harsh light of day
pride is made to fall
truthʻs hidden secrets
laid bare
and all things are burned
cleansed,
brought to life
and innocence
it couldnʻt be
any other way
it is
how things
are.


terra
(grounding)

z, y, x,
no
w, v, u,
no, no
t, s, r,
NOOOO!!!!
q, p, o,
please
n, m, l,
stop, please,
k, j, i,
{eyes
h, g, f,
close}
e, d, c,
iʻm not
b,
iʻm not
b,
iʻm not
a,
here
a,
a,
a


quicksilver

be careful:
a word 
is faster than any arrow;
once loosed, 
never returned
once spoken
never unspoken,
once heard,
never unheard.


desire

is it
the way her silky hair falls off her shoulders
or the fullness of her lips
or the way
her eyes draw me
into her simple laughs
her kindest thoughts
her firmest determination
her softest heart
that makes me feel
like i am a gem
that has fallen into her love?
or could be that
she is
everything i long to be?


blade

cutting
steel.
cutting
cold, hard.
cutting
sharp.
cutting
single-minded
cutting
intent.
cutting 
the cancer
cutting 
the enemy
cutting 
away
cutting


the hardest bargain

it was for love,
really, it was.
i just wanted to save her.
and so i begged 
to the heavens,
to give me the Power
to steal her back from Death itself
to change her Fate.
But as Fate would have it,
she was lost anyway.
And as for me,
that curse of Power,
has left me changed
forever.


the odd ones

theyʻre the odd ones:
the ones that donʻt fit in
the ones who just donʻt seem to 
want to,
(or is it, 
be able to?)
accept the norm,
the status quo,
the ones screaming obscenities
at the nightclub
on the radio
on the tv,
saying, 
“Iʻm mad as hell, and Iʻm not going to take this any more,”
theyʻre the ones
that have been getting stares,
and always will
the ones
who found the secret of fire
and created the wheel
who discovered lenses
and planets
and cells
and how to sail the seas
and fly beyond the clouds
and talk through the air
and split atoms
the ones who, refusing the lies,
spoke the truth
the ones who dared
like a bolt of lightning,
to create
gods
and kill them
the ones who paid with their wealth, time
and sometimes, their lives

the ones who never stop saying
“thereʻs another way.”

theyʻre the odd ones.


money from heaven, 
or some people have all the luck

sometimes
things come a bit too easily
i mean,
remember that King, he lived in Phrygia, 
back in the day?
i think Midas was his name?
and as payment for his gracious
and sheltering
hospitality,
was granted a boon by none other than
Dionysius (yes, that one, the debauched one?)
Such ease, 
such wealth,
Midas thought,
if all he touched turned to gold.
and so it was.
*poof*
anyway,
it turns out,
that boon was really a curse,
he couldnʻt eat, drink
mount a horse,
hug his daughter,
sleep with a concubine,
without, well, you know,
*poof*
but some folks, 
(iʻm thinking Midas, but really, thereʻs a lot of folks like him),
it seems like they just live under a lucky star,
because Dionysius
graciously took back that boon
and i guess
Midas lived
happily ever after.


stripped

she felt herself
shrinking
squeezed out of her world
as if compressed
a toy ball in the hand of a Titan
her world narrowing
to the sight, the smell
of a godʻs crushing grip
and as she shrunk,
she turned her gaze
away from that hand
away from its creases and stench
and found
something,
deep within her
at first
a mere darkness
that soon held glimmers
of stars, and galaxies,
of universes,
and without a look back at that crushing hand,
stepped in.


illusions

it was there,
at the shore,
walking
in the warmth of the sun,
and the smell of salt and seaweed,
watching the skittering
of plovers and sandpipers
and pale crabs
all dancing with the waves,
feeling the heat of the sand
as sweat stung my eyes,
when it came,
gently wafting in on the sea breeze,
draping me in its veils,
silent,
enveloping me in coolness,
there, at the shore,
walking.
and the sun faded
and the smells vanished
no one danced
and i felt no sand
no stinging of my eyes
only
an endless veil
through which i walk.

once, i thought
i heard the chant of the waves,
but it was only
silence.


muse

“nice try,” she said, ripping the sheets up,
looking through
the sweat of exhaustion
pouring off my brow
the tears of nervousness
and disappointment
pooling in my eyes.
“go back.
try again.”
and softer,
“iʻll never leave
as long as you try.”

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