the photograph

words and images reign

my thoughts

dictating disorder out

to establish the couch

for more sun shine

deep within my heart

during this regime

on the roadsides  

i see much rain

puddles, my poems

reflecting for eyes, ready

to see the neighbourhood

henry victor          16.12.2018

my ashes

deep inside my heart is a dark cave

where my locker is locked with the key

the digits of this number-lock buried

deep below in the depths of my mind

unknown to the wide world around

are these poems, ashes of my pain

and poise, a secret content that converse

silently while sitting in the unlit space

these hitherto unpublished prosaic

thoughts, will they be read in public

later, or further interred with my bone

will forever, for me, remain unknown

© henry victor                  29.05.2016

my muse, my poem

rhyme and rhythm, sound and music

abstract concepts, the rational reasons

and the visible truth, metaphors and images

precise facts with rhetorical opinions

i keep spitting, and i keep altering

like that venomous spitting cobra

changing her skin until her end

to name it as my muse, my poem

© henry victor     05.02.2003