unresponsive love

your cold hearted unresponsiveness

to my seeking you so fervently
makes my heart slow down
threatening even to stop pumping
that life giving blood to flow
to every fibre of my being

your hiding your face

and letting me not know
your dwelling that i may not reach you
to plead with you to listen
to my supplications overflowing
from the centre of my desolations

your running away from me

with your stone deafness
and silence of that widest wilderness
not even that camel, the desert ship
can enable me to reach you to deliver
my message for my becoming whole

© henry victor            16.04.2010

my languish in land of plenty

unlike my daughter running and floating

in air like a lark in the meadow

far, far from the corrupting cities

i drive through the rolling hills

taking also note of the abandoned

abundant agricultural machinery scattered

beside deteriorating log houses of the prairie

a space i exchanged for shores of the oceans

and at the end of the hot summer with rain

enough to keep me cool but no grassland

for me to graze, unlike the lavish cows

lewd horses, and lazy lamas, i ponder

but with no Pysanka, the talismanic power

of the Ukrainians nor the dream-catchers

of the first nation to transform

my misfortunes into a land of harvest

or that Albertan store house of gasoline

with a steady pumping of slow moving pumps

while i languish with hunger and a loss

of direction in this land of plentiful plenty

© henry victor     01.09.2003

dew on my lawn

like my mouth watering after a spicy dish

when my stomach is empty, last evening
my heart craved that highway leading
to nature’s carving the million-year-sculpture

that unambitious hard work, Grand Canyon!

but my sober soul suggested something else
to run around prompting a Nikon, or a Canon
a pair of better eyes and mind, a larger book

to photo-write, to note, to store to play later

and with others, also advertise my, already
overweight and extra-large ego lost
this morning like the dew on my lawn!  

21.07.2014