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Tuesday, June 27, 2017

"A Few Poems Break?" by Dezerro - 6.27.17

Entry Submitted by Dezerro at 5:18 AM EDT on June 27, 2017


For a brief moment I was my true power.

Slowly I looked down, and there hovering before me,
like a snowflake, a galaxy roared with a tiny sound.

I breathed a sigh, and the galaxy floated,
just floated away.

Then I turned, and through a gentle storm,
I floated away.


One O’clock

One old brass bell rung out a ring
For it was one o’clock

Silently a boat came gliding
In to meet the dock

Wails of tales told chilling stories
Swirling in the night

Blinking eyes peered ever farther
All in hopes of finding light

Deepest thunder rumbling under
All the cooling land

High white mountains flowing over
Desert’s flowing sand

Tenuous reverberations
Thrumming with a knock

Then finally a silence thundered.....
for it was none o’clock


The Player

I found my self in no-space
In a nonexistent realm.
No fires nor flies, nor ocean rise,
Nor ships to man a helm.

In like non-being, time now chanted
Nothing of its song.
For all along beyond old skies
Time humming, fading...gone.

There I wandered as I might
Meander with no race.
Questions burn of life and love,
Wild daring, and of grace.

Then all at once I came to see
This mystery of no name.
I suddenly had there become...
A soul without a game.



Craggy of feature, torn by hot wind, he peered out across a burning desert to the sea.

He could almost smell the seaside spray, cool with a salty tinge, inviting sailors with their own dreams of maiden mermaids, back to their calling, rolling with the waves.

And there he dreamed the dreams of divers meeting sunken mountains deep below rolling tides and layered fathoms called brine.

He dreamed of deep, of darkness far below sunlit sails of vessels hurled along on flowing breeze.

And there the mountain cried. He cried for motion, cried for respite from this sun baked hell, cried for his own escape, to the sea.


The Door

Hello Sir, please, what are you making?

A door, a mystical door to anywhere, with a heavy brass handle.

Hmmm. Please tell me, with whom do you consult? For I must tell you, I have friends in the highest circles -- science, philosophy, precision clockwork mechanism, religion, and indeed all serious studies...

Professors all - authorities of the highest and most respected order! - they are masters in their fields! I'm afraid they would inform you that what you attempt is impossible. Consulting them would save you much time and frustration.

Yes, he said, smiling, and then opening the door, he stepped through and disappeared.


- Dezerro



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