Shorter and hopefully sweet:
Shy moon Hiding with Dwining stars
"Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?" (John Keats)
"the flame is not the fire", poem and ai-art
Palpitating Shiver of sea
Longer Poems:
We are the flames We carry the fire
Shall I regurgitate those tired old tropes?
The Soul, an early casualty Of more precise instrumentation Senescence, just another Dragon to be slayed
'I feel as if I'm losing all my leaves. The branches, and the wind, and the rain. I don't know what's happening anymore.' - Anthony ('The Father')
Rilke 'Translations'*
Stale dull days, I can tell the storms are coming by the trees that rap against the worried window-panes and I hear the sound of distant things, saying that which: I cannot bear without a friend, cannot love without a sister.
It is possible I am trying to push through solid rock lying in hard veins, like an ore alone;
*As I do not speak German these were made using translation tools and my poetic reinterpretation.
Canto for David
Ten poems about Israel and Palestine. These poems are intended to remind us to not let our souls become hostage to whatever is hateful in this world. This Canto is dedicated to all the Palestinian, Jewish and Israeli people that struggle for justice and choose never to forget the common humanit...
It takes chutzpah, Writing poems To the Israelites.
Each day we watch Astonished As you grow in strength Into your blood feathers
Another day Wrestling with God
Who will watch the Unwatched
"I am going to put an end to all people, for the earth is filled with violence because of them. I am surely going to destroy both them and the earth." (Genesis 6:13)
"The strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must."(Thucydides, History of the Peloponnesian War, circa 431 B.C.E)...
We gave bloody battle Then violent death To the meat
We questioned him hard, hammered him and watched him break into a thousand pieces and shards.
Surely it is a journey of a thousand steps...That leads over the Mountains of Deceit Down through the Gorge of Avarice
Did we break Some promise Is there something That we forgot? Surely there is Meaning hidden within This wild suffering This abandonment
Peter Howitt