No way!

Poetry Thursday – tackling the villanelle and wow was that fun or what? I really enjoyed doing doing this (and am now hoping I actually got it right).

No way!

no way of knowing whether you're out or in
that's the finer definition of being...
trapped underneath invisible skin

here we are, where uncharted territory begins
I'll sign my consent without seeing to what I'm agreeing
no way of knowing whether you're out or in

walk on through as long as you dare
feel the resonance of touching this snare
trapped underneath invisible skin

but don't be mislead in thinking this is me
you are blinded and I can't see
no way of knowing whether you're out or in

the last is a risk at the very beginning
treat this as a fight; you won't be winning
trapped underneath invisible skin

and when you rely on being yang to my yin
... you're actually spinning
no way of knowing whether you're out or in
trapped underneath invisible skin

Sparring;

en

garde

we invite

and engage

in our assault

a clear ballpoint slash

parry first…………………and I insist

….you disengage…………………..………. .I intercept

a mere platonic clash

. .bouton to battle……………………………………….know your forte

advance–balestra-lunge………………...………………………meet deception

colliding reprise………………………………………………………….a point in line

and here's yet another ..... priority touché

these are a few
of our bout
presentations
in phrases
and wordplay

for that
I thank you

my opponent
friend

salute and enchanté

Loss

For this weeks PT idea (dropping a line; choose a line from a poem by some one else and use it in a poem of your own), I chose our grey glacier awaits from Scotty - The Frog Prince. Thank you Scotty.

our grey glacier awaits
a ceaseless decline
of what we thought
our ennobled merit

a sudden fear for escape
in memory and reflection

for all the intricate build-up details
of whom we became
lie prominently in the past

where we no longer get to rejoice
at times of reminiscence

but now reside
in seemingly perfect peace

unaware of future truth
and present gliding loss

Goodbye

is a word spoken in silence

a wrapping up of gifts, memories

put away on shelves

in the basement of my mind

and in the years to come

you will still be my wonderful friend

to whom I raise my glass

of perfect tales to tell

bottled for reminiscence

at the day

of our final farewell

Apple pie

slowly,
he waves his treaty

one apple at a time

pie offered easily
needs no rhythm nor rhyme

name after name
(and counting)
they eat it all

expecting much of his bakery

but no one sees the cake crumble
before the stuffing falls

leaving them pulp
of putrid venom

(and me, a chance to announce: )

a flying pie wake-up call

Poetry Thursday – all about poetry

This letter was supposed to be a poem in which I wanted to explain what poetry means to me. But it's probably a bit naïve to think it would be easy to do.
I started real smart (yeah right) but soon ended up with all these questions to which I do not have the answers.
The influence of poetry is sort of a mystery to me. I guess that's the conclusion to my 'inquiry'.
Therefore the letter below is still a very rough version of something I'm not yet sure I'll ever be able to finish.

(Maybe I'd better advise to keep aspirins at hand. ;-)

Dear poet,

the slow transportation
from design
to the reader's mind
travels through the bloodstream
and the heart

connecting what
disguisingly clever
must be
irreversibly binding
from the start

this, of course, is objective; yours
mine; to observe
I am mere a willing receiver
absorbing through conduction
what's brought-on with hidden verve

but here I am
boldly wondering
at the base of my imaginary floor
examining this strange 'anomaly'
that some one I don't know
can simply walk in
without me having to answer my door

is poetry maybe best explained
as a connecting collection
of entangled thoughts
carved into exposing sculptures
in which insight and new creation
are mutually found and eagerly sought?

and is this the doorway to inspiration
a connection to either heart or head
or should it be called soul communication
embedding beautiful new memories
creating monuments
impossible to forget?

(and breath..)

Yours truly
A novice traveler you haven't met

(eagerly awaiting your insightful reply)