conflict

 

hand in hand he and she went

to Miquilon Lake in fall colours

there he saw heaven

and wanted to remain

but she smelt hell, dying

with stink; defying

the desire to camp,

thus he and she

my nostril and eye,

walked with conflict

as waves of season

rolled on, and on

© henry victor              25.09.2004

 

 

brevity

in another three weeks

summer will be spent

providing space for fall

and soon it would be winter

forcing me to shut shutters

announcing me that secret:

brisk and brief is beauty

and bidding me to enjoy

lightning in lightning speed

© henry victor     06.08.2003

 

walk through the woods

i walked in the woods, your dream garden

hoping to have a glimpse of your face
that i may lay at your feet my weight
caused on earth by trickery and cruelty

i searched for your soul in this Eden,

this forest where angels dance with you
but haunted also frequently by women
and men with premeditated brutality

i observed there the stinking human shit

the remains of an unidentifiable animal
the partially decayed corpse of a pig
and a deer hiding from this intruder

henry victor     25.05.2002

fences and thorns

i settled, earlier, with quietness

even when thorns pricked as i picked
the flowers, or at times the fallen petals
capturing in my mind the beauty

and the fragrance making self, my heart

to leap and dance to the beat, the music
you write with your constant dance;
but a perpetual pricking of the thicket

and the endless bleeding of my hand and feet

makes me wonder whether i have strayed
away from your garden into a cacti jungle
or is it that you resent my love to jingle

with your beauty and fragrance

in flowers considering it a pilfering
from the garden you are jealously guarding
with fences and thorns that prick!

henry victor     05.06.2002