rubai (borrowing a sentence from Stephen Dobyns)

The poem's intention is found both
within the meaning of its words and in its sound

the forest's dimension's unwound both
by the ascension of its birds and by its ground

-- the spirit seeks a body for expression
-- soul's lingo leads to infinite digression

the river's extension's an outgrowth
of darkling keening till light's surging sea is found

for a would-be "poet laureate of the blogosphere"

To be a virtual poet laureate's no mere virtual honor
to be the emperor of ice cream is no mere dairy dream
if poetry's what one finds when losing one's way how's the runner
(turtle or hare) to pace her sprint? how strange our journeys seem



Responsive to Rachel Dacus's "hat in ring" post.

Mayur

The majestic peacock struts & preens
even though not sporting Levi jeans
don't tell me a winsome stride's unique
to pert sloe-eyed humans in their teens

Capacity

Is it an audacity to praise an audacity? perhaps
is it perspicacity to glimpse perspicacity? perhaps
this world is dubbed a mystery because it transcends comprehension
can we gain capacity to measure capacity? perhaps

A consideration

If ignorance is bliss
nigh nirvan is this button
it nils whatever is
it kills sans blood or cuttin'
you've neither need nor time
to waste on viewing this?
come click joy's paradigm
if ignorance is bliss