Tag Archive for the term: poetry

je me suis pris à caresser
la mer qui hume les orages
- paul éluard

enter no(silence is the blood whose flesh
is singing)silence:but unsinging. In
spectral such hugest how hush,one
dead leaf stirring makes a crash
-far away(as far as alive)lies
april;and i breathe-move-and-seem some
perpetually roaming whylessness-
autumn has gone:will winter never come?

o come,terrible anonymity;enfold
phantom me with the murdering minus of cold
-open this ghost with millionary knives of wind-
scatter his nothing all over what [...]

always i see you from under like the water waiting to drown you like the sand waiting to engulf you like the ground that slips beneath you until your fingers touch the wave of clouds until i become your waving cloud and your disaster runs upon shadows the skipping stones the circles that gather on [...]

one cycle rotating upon the fixity of a determined haste. one cycle to resume & rebound, until another one begins to curl & unfurl around the very same fixity. what happens in betwixt: a conglomeration of particles, each relating a story – sliding, colliding, moulding onto the next.
i am neither the string nor the [...]

i blew a hint, a feather passed;
like months, it was stitched.
now, now i look very deep inside the well. i wonder about the many seeds i have thrown to perdition. inside – in daturas, in mentzelias, in ipomoeas – the blooming of my will. they are arcane motes; specks in the dusk, with hearts in [...]

In the tower of greed you keep the cash
but you die of the thirst that brought you there.

In the dome of excellence, you become extreme,
are one with your passion, but miss the four seasons.
In the skyscraper of villainy you con the just,
but drown in the river of oblivion, belly up.
In the villa of success you [...]

Roland Pemberton, delivers his first official work as Poet Laureate to Edmonton City Council.
Pemberton, Edmonton’s third Poet Laureate, is a musician, record producer, writer and poet. He is a lifelong Edmontonian whose hip hop albums have been nominated for numerous awards and he was the unanimous choice of the Poet Laureate selection committee.
“This guy will [...]

my tea ceremony is bittersweet;
soothing the throat,
moistening fingers,
turning on lights,
treating woods.

(by meryem yildiz)

your hands have already opened their delicate fists and let their soft drifting signs drop away; your eyes closed like two gray wings, and i move after, following the folding water you carry, that carries me away. the night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny. without you, i am your dream, only that, [...]

shall I open my eyes
and tune the instruments?
create the occasion
where we ought to be?
In the place just right
central to our delight.
syncopate our movements
clutching our hands tight.
recognizing the hour
to begin our life.
radical dances
in the blue moonlight.