"Not
at All What Seeming Shadows Predict" (a Villanelle)
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
02/26/08 6:42 a.m. pst
Seething
symbolic scythes slice suddenly with deliberation
Undulating insistence that emotion takes it's toll away
Seeking through false potions maybe a friendly way station
One can't
sit idly by when faced with capital consternation
One can't rewrite the histories of romantic rhapsodies in play
Seething symbolic scythes slice suddenly with deliberation
Carry your
memories on the back of your callow creation
Stuff the backpacks of brevity with the tide and time of day
Seeking through false potions maybe a friendly way station
Always looking
around and around for precise substantiation
Forgetting pallid lifestories and inordinate illogical sway
Seething symbolic scythes slice suddenly with deliberation
Breathing
full the lungs with the power of creation
Of the mind's boundries rambling far too often astray
Seeking through false potions maybe a friendly way station
Nothing
matters insomuch when drunk with bold libation
Yet sober sarcasm always clouds the day
Seething symbolic scythes slice suddenly with deliberation
Seeking through false potions maybe a friendly way station
Poetry
2008
