RUNNING AWAY

Adam hid in the Garden of Eden.
Jonah jumped a boat and was swallowed
by a whale. Man likes to run
from God. As soon as I could walk,
I started running. The Big Boss;
the Head Rabbi – if I saw Him coming
down the hallway, I ducked down
a corridor. He was tall and I felt tiny
in His presence. I ran until He couldn’t
see me anymore. We had once been closer,
but I hadn’t really been around Him
in twenty-five years. Man likes to run from God.
But I was headed in the other direction.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

A “found” poem with lines taken
from Mitch Albom’s “have a little faith”.

DEAD ELEGY

Nothing to do now, but placidly stand
along the river shore that I thought hard to leave.
Weep not, weep not, let them bury your big eyes
in the secret earth securely.
Rivers are damp; she’s only just gone home.

Taken from: Sarett, Houseman, Johnson, Millay, Parker

dVerse Poets Pub – Meeting the Bar: the Elegy

Also see:

ELEGY WRITTEN WITHIN THE CEMETERY GATE
ENGLYN ELEGY (Cyrch)

DIVISA IN PARTES TRES

All Gaul is divided in three parts.
~ Gaius Julius Caesar from “Commentarii de Bello Gallico”

My youthful steps were led to Rome, where yet the false gods lied to man. (1)
Follow where I lead, and thou shalt see the spirits in pain. (1)
Beauty in a virtuous woman’s face makes eyes yearn, and strikes the heart. (1)
This heaven-born woman stays frozen; like the snow in shadow (1)
Her beauty has more virtue than rare stone. (1)

There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me… (1)
‘Who is this’ the mind enquires of the heart, ‘who comes to seduce our intellect? (1)
I plunge in thought to where my heart, frightened, pulls back. (2)
A voice from the inner depth of spirit shakes the certitudes of thought (2)
Beauty still shone in your sidelong, laughing eyes,
and you, light and thoughtful went beyond girlhood’s limits. (2)
Under the sheets of passion you call me. (4)
In brutal nights we used to dream, dense violent dreams. (3)
The dream I dream is just a dream, (4)
How alone in the space that’s still yours (6)

This is a man who labors in mud,
who knows no peace,
who fights for a crust of bread,
who dies at a yes or no. (3)
I haven’t dispossessed anyone,
haven’t usurped anyone’s bread. (3)
Sun-bordered clouds migrate from your eyes to my core, (5)
fragrant whispers from your skin are open windows. (5)
Today, you confront me and break into my heart (6)
You take me to you, you from whom I wrongly withdrew (6)
Love is a shield against sadness, a silent stair in the gloom. (6)
All roads lead to Rome. (7)

CENTO compiled by Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

***Notes: The three part aspect of this prompt immediately drew me to the inference by Caesar. I wanted to use only lines from Italian poets in this to belie the romance of Italy and encompass the whole of “Gaul”. Used in this CENTO are lines from (1) Dante Alighieri, (2) Giacomo Leopardi, (3) Primo Levi, (4) Salvatore Butacci, (5) Anna Piutti, (6) Salvatore Quasimodo and (7) Roman Idiom. The three stanzas are representative of the “partes tres” (three parts).

Written in compliance to QUICKLY IN SEPTEMBER P.A.D. – Day 3: 3) PARTS

NOW AND ZEN (Cento Spirit)

At last I am leaving:
I pass as all things do
over withered fields.
Listen to the voices
of pines and cedars
when no wind stirs,
life is but melting snow;
in rainless skies, a cool moon…
I have said enough about moonlight,
ask no more.
Since time began, sixty-six times
these eyes beheld the changing scene of autumn.
On a journey, ill: dew on the grass.
Pure is my heart. My dream goes wandering.
The dead alone know peace.
Farewell…

Lines taken from: Ryonen, Senseki, Banzan, Basho and Nandai

A cento for WE WRITE POEMS – Prompt #147 Epiphanies bonfire!

DARK SIDE OF THE MOON

(A found poem)

I’ve been mad for fucking years;
been over the edge working me buns off…
I know, I’ve been mad like most of us
(even if you’re not mad…)

All you touch and all you see,
a race toward an early grave
is all your life will ever be.
Waiting for someone

or something to show you the way.
You are young; life is long.
There is time to kill today,
plans that either come to naught,

or are half a page of scribbled lines.
Hanging on in quiet desperation,
it came as a heavy blow,
yelling and screaming and telling him

“Grab that cash with both hands”.
It is the root of all evil,
but we sorted the matter out.
I was really drunk at the time!

“Listen son, don’t give me that do goody good
bullshit”, said the man with the gun,
God only knows it’s not what we choose,
but which is which and who is who?

There’s room for you inside;
only a difference of opinion.
Good manners don’t cost nothin, eh?
Got to keep the loonies on the path

And if with dark forebodings
your head explodes, raise the blade.
Make the change. Lock the door and
throw away the key. The old man died.

All you hate,
all you distrust,
all that you deal
beg, borrow or steal…

There is no dark side of the moon!
It’s really a matter of fact it’s all dark.

***The poem was culled from the lyrics of the songs on the Pink Floyd album by the same name.

ZEN AND NOW

At last I am leaving:
I pass as all things do
over withered fields.
Listen to the voices
of pines and cedars
when no wind stirs,
life is but melting snow;
in rainless skies, a cool moon…
I have said enough about moonlight,
ask no more.
Since time began, sixty-six times
these eyes beheld the changing scene of autumn.
On a journey, ill: dew on the grass.
Pure is my heart. My dream goes wandering.
The dead alone know peace.
Farewell…

Lines taken from: Ryonen, Senseki, Banzan, Basho and Nandai

YOUR TWO CENT(O)S

I’m just stuck wanting to say something.

I wonder why I lived so long in dimming light,
the earth is in shambles;
life was a bumpy road filled with potholes.
We’ve been through such dubious times before,
what is the last thing that goes?

I heard a voice, perhaps my own…
left me sounding like a cooing dove.
Decisions must be made; the end is in sight.
Is this fire consuming?
Billows of smoke amidst the staccato drone of distant sirens,     
it seems the only way out.
And you take one last good look around.

I’ve been here for decades,
leave behind unbridled ache.
He has managed to find someplace safe to stay,
on a dead-end street with railroad tracks; hardly budging, hardly moving.
Nothing to do now, but placidly stand alone in sodden ash.

POETIC ASIDES poets lines used (somewhat in order): Brewer, Walraven, foodpoet, Hed, Niedt, Kreider, Posey, Mystical-Poet, Windham, Braedenholm, Brewer (again, it’s his toy box!), Wojtanik, Jackson, Moskowitz, posmic, Good, Harker, Clark, Sarett, Prilik.