Pieces (I)

I have attempted with these verses ("pieces") to impart as directly, succinctly and naturally as possible certain experiences, concepts and phenomena—both the seemingly mundane and the veritably awe-inspiring—that I, that we all, come in contact with on a regular basis during the moments of life. They are structured in a simple manner, but (as I hope the reader will agree) exude a full measure of meaning and are poignantly personal. The titles are modelled on the titles of the movements of Gustav Holst's "The Planets".

"Fragrance, The Enervator"*

Caught in the waft of her wake;

inside I collapse, fallen to rapture and unhinging desire.

"Time, The Reaver"ª

Once-befores and wish-I-hads have come, stung and gone,

only to be missed in old age and in the summer of life.

"Beauty, The Majestic"

Quiver – reach and grasp without reach and grasp – fearless release in the ultimate subsumption:

all as the future runs wild in the mind and primordial light careers through time.

"Fear, The Constrictor"

Behind the nameless face; after the day, after the night; within the aspirant idea—

when within the self the ascending star is met by the only sin: a stifling shadow: restriction's shade.

M.M. — *December MMX; ªAprilis MMXI; Aprilis-Maius MMXI