“Le Village” by Chaim Soutine
dicing time
nibbling life
busy building
false towers
on leasehold
of somebody
else’s estate
fallow shadows
of kernelstones
germinate waste
stillborn seeds
render naught
from what might
have been save
for misguided
priorities lost
to untended
potential self
sadly subsumed
in malpractice
of pride only
realized too late
one more man
none will care
to remember
From my book Bohemian Scents
“Pentimento” by Mickey Cunningham
gestured apologies
scratch at ill-spoken
impasto on canvas
first brushed by
pure heartstrokes
with lush lusty colors
now dulled beneath
layers of life wanting
clemency knowing
not how to reveal
vibrant passions
from under smeared
rancor built up
by dismay not
with she who sat
model in full bloom
of youth but with
he the self-loathed
and failed artist
who never could
capture that singular
moment again
(originally posted April 2013)
Image From pinterest.com
this election year
the worst consequence of a
two party system
“Marooned” by Howard Pyle
the middle of nowhere
prime destination of ill-dreamt
careers and poetry
“Le Village” by Chaim Soutine
dicing time
nibbling life
busy building
false towers
on leasehold
of somebody
else’s estate
fallow shadows
of kernelstones
germinate waste
stillborn seeds
render naught
from what might
have been save
for misguided
priorities lost
to untended
potential self
sadly subsumed
in malpractice
of pride only
realized too late
one more man
none will care
to remember
“Frozen City”
Painting by Prakash Bal Joshi
From pixels.com
no one gives a tinker’s damn
least of all the bureaucracy
built to a purpose long since poorly served
growing ever more feckless
failing to strengthen the kit of the weak
thwarting progress of those
blessed with spirit and fortitude
sad civic travesty visits all precincts
reversing proud history
sapping the power once held by the people
glib stewards unable to govern themselves
breeding greed among ruins of service
for all of its crass abnegation
abandoning citizens duties and ethics
“DC” might as well stand to signify truth
that it just “Doesn’t Care”
“Life is a Maze”
Photo by Jez C. Self
From fineartamerica.com
first and foremost
remember
success is no sin
but is failure refused
and refused and refused
until eggs of fear crack
pouring forth with
their stillborn yolks
dead to the purpose
of stubborn persistence
who strikes up a
timely acquaintance
with luck and walks
patient laid steps upon
well-chosen lanes
up and back the chicanes
of a maze that deters
all less resolute hearts
from its prize
“Surrealist Man” Painting by Cristiano Siqueira From deviantart.com
he used to hang from the moon
stuff stars in his pockets
chase night from the face of the earth
hurl lightning bolts back to the cosmos
men clamored for his bold imprimatur
angels sat on his shoulders
together they gave righteous escort
protecting the driven and noble
he had powers electric invincible
wielded success like a truncheon
to instigate oomph in the abjectly timid
the dullards unblessed by ambition
then came cold reversal of fortune
disabling his ego with frissons of fear
felled by silence that amputates glory
prosthetic humility simply won’t fit
nothing sadder more tragic
than losing great pieces of self
nothing gladder more suiting
than hubris when brought to its knees
Photo from
ronedmonson.com
promises are kept
mutual needs attended
failures forgiven
dreams are encouraged
values drawn from one spring
self sits subordinate
Photo from flickr.com
whose poverty did you steal
when you gave me that bullshit
of growing up hungry in tenement squalor
don’t you know that I lived there
had friends in those railroad car cold-water flats
with their cold-handed slumlords
I know you and knew you
you had all that middle-class family and founding
could give in the way of a kill-for advantage
but you in rebellion or obdurate pique
just threw it away with both careless hands
your parents beside themselves year after year
never grasping the why of you
turning your back on their ethics
their faith and depression-forged values
you with your better-than-their-ideas
modernly unbound by duty beyond your own skin
tell me why are you now that you’ve lost
every challenge in life trolling sympathy
desperate to find a soft-hearted kind hand
playing victimhood you never earned
never learning the only bad actor
who crushed you was you
so please spare me the whining
I give my compassion in buckets to those
for whom failure was never their choice
those who suffered exogenous forces
and not their own misguided hand
it is their plight you’ve stolen
and with it my cold retribution
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Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
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