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  197.     

Nestling

When to summon the sky
Little nestling?
When to summon the sky?

And suffer the risk - abscond in dread -
The knowledge of sort that you'll be dead
Upon a calamitous fall;

Or taken in flight - a hawkish pounce -
Demolished as prey; your fate pronounce
You gone, and to never recall.

O when to summon the sky
Little nestling?
When to summon the sky?

Aborting a den with
Feathered bed,
Unwavering mother who
Saw you fed -
Surrendering all so
You may spread
Your reach of tentative wings!

‘Tis only instinct -
E'er the reason -
Forging life:
The Nesting Season
And the trials it brings.

So up and summon the sky
Little nestling,
Up! and summon the sky!

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  198.     

Pen

Could there ever be a world without a pen? -
Laying down a stolen thought from torrid minds,
Yearnings of a lonely heart,
Secret entries of a girl
That in her father's eye would
Call upon the rage of Hell …

Or simple notes - nudges
For the memory of self;
Doodles in the boredom.

I could never dream of days devoid of ink. What of
Toils of talent honed in literary cliques,
A poet in romantic storm,
A novel born of devastating yarns?

And the harmony and melody of tune -
A mighty mind of music penning out
Contortions of emotion thro' the scale
And clef to let the hand in play
Convert the purple into soulful airs,
Or rhapsodies or other lyric forms;
Musician's tears to titillate - enchant
A silent house until the end,
When approbation will resound!

I could never live a life bereft of quills -
What a barren crux for humankind -
A dearth of scholars' tomes,
An author's prose no more to share -
The belletristic want would kill the mind
In such a bleak affair.


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  199.     

Right Hemisphere

Folds of brain unravel
Under loneliness of inner thought -

A nakedness that has to hurt when
Cranium leaks out the poems thro'
Starboard hemispheric strain

The right-side strings it all together

See

Yet

Pains my consciousness to
Drill a deeper tunnel, finer channel
Help the inner me command
Control of my insanity

Thro' honed expression -
Mould it
Somehow
Let it brim unwittingly

Neuronal chatter
Spits out another poem

They call it being a poet
When left side is cast aside
For right side to bastardise
The logic

Leaving me betwixt a shadow-ghoul
And my faηade:
The ego and the id presented.
 
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  200.     

Telescope

Why?

Frozen fingers fiddled on the focus
Dew dripped
Dark hindered
Constellations laughed –
Not least that I was daft –
And made me wonder:

“Why? ”

As nostrils dripped, charts rung damp,
I tripped across the tripod,
Swore – either that or cry!
You’d HAVE to question:

“Why? ”

The once-hot chocolate lost its charm,
I dropped an eyepiece,
Scratched a filter,
Neighbours’ lights were off and on
And on and off, to goad a sigh;
I’m asking loudly:

“Why? ”

And then I found it –
O! the view; behold! the need for depth of night! –
These beauteous heavens out of sight
From straining naked eyes.

Imagination fires a flame –
Sanity free of any blame –
This childish verve to never tame:

My telescope is not a game –
It answers all the “Why’s? ”

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
 
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