An Obsessive Combination Of Onotological Inscape, Trickery And Love

An Obsessive Combination Of Onotological Inscape, Trickery And Love

by Anne Sexton

Busy, with an idea for a code, I write
signals hurrying from left to right,
or right to left, by obscure routes,
for my own reasons; taking a word like writes
down tiers of tries until its secret rites
make sense; or until, suddenly, RATS
can amazingly and funnily become STAR
and right to left that small star
is mine, for my own liking, to stare
its five lucky pins inside out, to store
forever kindly, as if it were a star
I touched and a miracle I really wrote.



Majestic Haystack

Majestic Haystack

by Marianne Moore

Majestic Haystack, Empress of my life,

       Your ample waist

Just fits the gown I fancy for my wife,

       And suits my taste;

Yet there you stand, flatfooted, square and deep,

An unresponsive elephantine heap,

Coquetting with the stars while I’m asleep—

       O cruel stack—

Coy, silent monster, matron of the fields,

        I sing to you;

And all the fondest love that summer yields

        I bring to you

Yet there you squat, immense in your disdain,

Heedless of all the tears of streaming rain

All eyes drip over you—your breathless swain;

        O stony stack!

Stupendous maiden, sweetest when oblong,

        Does inner flame

Now smolder in thy soul to hear my song

        Repeat thy name?

Or does thy huge and ponderous heart object

To the advances of my passion and reject

My love because it’s airy and elect?

        O wily stack!

 ~ ❇ ✾ ❈ ✾ ❇ ~

You’ve spurned my love as though I were a worm,

But next September when I see thy form

I’ll woo her with an equinoctial storm

        I have that knack!



Summer (a love poem)

Summer    (a love poem)

by Frank Lima

I wanted to be sure this was our island

so we could walk between the long stars by the sea

though your hips are slight and caught in the air

like a moth at the end of a river around my arms

I am unable to understand the sun your dizzy spells

when you form a hand around me on the sand

~ ✥ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✥ ~

I offer you my terrible sanity

the eternal voice that keeps me from reaching you

though we are close to each other every autumn

I feel the desperation of a giant freezing in cement

when I touch the door you’re pressed against

the color of your letter that reminds me of flamingos

~ ✥ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✥ ~

isn’t that what you mean?

the pleasure of hands and

lips wetter than the ocean

or the brilliant pain of

breathless teeth in a

turbulent dream on a roof

while I thought of nothing

else except you against

the sky as I unfolded you

like my very life a liquid

signal of enormous love we

invented like a comet that

splits the air between us!

~ ✥ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✥ ~

the earth looks shiny wrapped in steam and ermine

tired of us perspiring at every chance on the floor

below I bring you an ash tray out of love for the

ice palace because it is the end of summer the end

of the sun because you are in season like a blue

rug you are my favorite violin when you sit and

peel my eyes with your great surfaces seem intimate

when we merely touch the thread of life and kiss



Blackout Poem from The Witch Of Portobello

Blackout Poem from The Witch Of Portobello,

by Paulo Coelho

“We’re constantly destroying  and rebuilding ourselves”

from lost to found.

Only one thing remains intact —

Your way of thinking

Live now

because love,

is at once a trap

and a source of ecstasy.

Try to venture  beyond your soul.

“If you take a risk

You’ve already gone farther than

most other people”