Saturday, November 26, 2011

My Dog Too Has Died

Old friend!
My dog too has died
and mama’s compound
has been tidied by a hired
hand, a filcher of my pride
there’s absence of the
familiar barks, now
instead, an eerie silence
A familial forsake

Old friend!
My dog too has died

And
the home trees now waste their
shades, their efforts
lost to dark days
so they stand naked in April
and mourn seasons lost
i too, i too am fated to die
with compassions


And
her thoughts stride afar and
back to her little world they
return with echoes of little ones
playing, reassuring
and this is,
her utmost joy denied

And
the villain, the thief of joy
rebel of kowtow
a boy once loved, is
tucked away in tow
with the wretches of the earth
enveloped and lost
in unbecoming dreams
and a tender heart in limbo




"To the spirit of Sergei, the birchtree poet, a tortured soul" © lak'wab asis 2011 All rights reserved

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Beloved

This monkey-sun's rays
Play upon your beauty
But can never crown
How my heart revs,
Now a virginal blush
On that cheek so brown
Suddenly I am a cub, taken back to when
Paws on chin and heart in mouth
I was told of a nightingale
And I held in her an infantile
Mystique,
And now you're here with a
light and a song


I would take you there
But Nyet, I'm a drunk
You, a royal in your own right
So wake me if sobriety finds me
And I will bequeath you
A paradise
A field of peace and serenity
Where muses are held
Inside spheres of
the morning dews

Let me,
Teach you the ways of meadows
Show you the black jacks
So you may learn to shirk
As they grab at your sundress
Meanwhile enchant me with your
Smile,
And let's laugh at our frivolity

I will hold out the smell of
The majestic Marigold
So you may never forget the
Smell of a virgin sky,
Sight of a maize field in
granduer, where the red queleas
Make love outside their nests
Under the mid morning sun © lak'wab asis 2011 All rights reserved

cup of life (To a Dear Friend)

from the same cup we’ve shared
carousing,
so also have we
the pains the glee
sorrows and revelry,
hunger or sate
(of mind and stomach)
seen love heard hate
but from this a cup
a journey is shared © lak'wab asis 2011 All rights reserved