Thursday, February 27, 2014

Englishness

 

The rose perceives:

Tho’ giv’n to cries inside its petals,
We see the dissolution of a searching heart

A thornless rose will struggle –
Embarrassed,
Her paucity of pricks,
A sensual thing –
What slender stems –
Allows her sexuality
To slide

The English rose
Is dying though,
In evanescent pride –
Her nationalistic pose
Wilting –
Once a red-blue-white stanchion

Manure is the garden
And the rose begat –
Carbonaceous oddity –
As we are too
We’re all as one in life

THE END

So has it had its day, the rose?
Well,
Suppose I cock my neck,
Tell ‘em all that
I prefer the darker introversion of:
The Dahlia –
Her kiss lands upon the very lips of Death!

I love the death in dahlias,
The hidden purple-black –

A deeper sexuality
With meaning.


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2013

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

"Empathy" by George Eliot (English novelist)


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Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible
Comfort of feeling safe with a person,
Having neither to weight thoughts,
Nor measure words--but pouring them
All right out--just as they are
Chaff and grain together,
Certain that a faithful hand will
Take and sift them,
Keep what is worth keeping,
And with the breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.

 

story and poetry, week 4, 75,

Poetry & Story Inn by Colin Yaccarino at Loyola Pagewell poetry and story inn fridays week 4