Showing posts with label indifference. Show all posts
Showing posts with label indifference. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

posting in ghost towns



i drive many hours
through ghost towns, abandoned
poetry groups, planting words
with pants and images
with wings to flutter
inside hearts like butterflies

decorating the walls
hosts have left behind
for guests passing
through zombie towns to post
their songs; but the brainless
seldom see music

leaving me to dance alone
with not even a single applause
testing my inner mettle
to roam the towns
bereft of taste and depth
of rational, observable substance

henry victor           11.12.2018


Tuesday, July 17, 2018

two little goslings


as the sun went down to settle
in his home before the nightfall 
i went for a stroll
along a man-made canal

and in the twilight my eyes fell
now on a gosling stuck
on a cement crack
making her un-swim able

to run to her company
and she pulled and pulled until
a piece of skin too was floating
so i bent down to pick

to hold and to heal
the injured gosling
but trusting not my stance
that was nothing but pastoral

she swam as fast as she could
with one hand holding the hanging piece
i walked further and much farther
with a helpless thought

and a new pain in my heart
only to encounter yet another
gosling lost and lonely
and again i stretched my hand

picking her from waters cold
to hold her closer to my warm chest
while she trustingly
settled in my palm

henry victor       28.03.2007

 

Thursday, May 31, 2018

cushioning of nests



murmuring i heard coming through windows
not shut in heaven closer to corridors
opened to slums of children!

heaven confused of ambitious preachers
serving prestigious churches in cities
while sanctuaries elsewhere permanently deserted!

generous gifts and atmosphere of apathy
produced by great organ-music so expensive
are signs for pinnacle of worldly success!

costly stained glass windows permit not
into sanctuary rays of light from slums
and the loud grief and cries of children!

supply station has been transformed by the rich
and their angelic allies into the place of refuge
with no errands except cushioning of nests!

henry victor     21.07.2002