stop to breathe

‘creative writing’ has become my breath

while relating to people to find something

common like the ‘Good Samaritan’ sympathetic

to man stuck on road from Jerusalem to Jericho

speaking hence to Amber, Ashley, Arsha

Brian, Brenda, Bethusha, Beeby, Benji

and other children screaming and shouting

as they run to the ice cream vendor

and i stop not so much to fix the jammed

ice cream car, knowing well my ignorance

of motor mechanics, but to feel the pain

of man stuck on roads

and admire his patience and persistence

to make the machine work

though he carries not the tools

but a heart for children of rich shy folks

drowning in self-sufficiency

considering themselves more important

than a bard who stops to record

the pulsating heart; nay, to breathe!

henry victor    02.09.2002

the scarecrow

you were hardly seven

amusing me with heaven

with your success in tricking

me with a hilarious scarecrow

that Tina, our pet dog

mistook for a prowler

in our garden of shoe-flower

barking loud with fear

at a scarecrow with shoulders straight

wearing your torn frock for dress

and a curd-pot for head with face

chalked on it, your first artistic creation

henry victor     09.09.2002

wedding

july, the month of rain

for my garden, weeding

and for pairs, wedding

homily to couples

for my preaching, i say

but this was indeed with much difference

a blending of two souls in open presence

overlooking the pyramid

not in egypt

but one of the rockies

on side of the canadian

beside the maligne canyon

with creek and waterfalls for music

the summer sun providing the light

and the warmth much needed

among frozen relationships gone too cold

but will they give birth to a child

like the mountain goat

with no veterinarians around

that query is from the soft-spoken

black-billed magpie

and clark’s nutcracker

as the columbian ground squirrel

on her toes, stand to witness the union

and will that child

survive the intrusion

the invasion

of her privacy in this world

of excessive cameras

© henry victor               18.07.2004