#mircomaguerra

[seagulls-den]

Eurydice, Again

Deceiving death And by death deceived She haunts me, melodically Alive in every lyric and tune As I sing on our way to the threshold Why must I keep looking back? Unwittingly, I lose myself in memory Reveries labyrinthian and alluring; Infinite pathways that unfold, Of which none lead forward How does one move on  From a love that may still live?

[seagulls-den]

Lament for Clio

The poet stands before the muse Defeated by forces predating him; Those cursed hands that set the stage Far before he had even arrived A man, he thought, Now that he could face,  But how could he compete with the past? He gasps for his words,  Choking on each moment That had conspired against him. And yet he feels strong, perennial Finally, he apologizes For his only mistake; That of being too late Clio weeps, she is torn between  Present perfect and future conditional, The limitations of choice itself Where peace and promise  Diverge and converge endlessly Her eyes are clouded By the dew of a mourning Which has not yet come, says “How does one fight history?” The poet holds his breath, Takes respite in pauses, not endings,  says, “One grain of sand at a time.”

[seagulls-den]

Endymion

I love each of your phases, faces The way your beauty lights the pasture  And silvers that dark valley By your distant magnetism I wonder at your influence Oh, that divine push and pull Which sways even passive Okeanos You pull my flock’s wool over my eyes, Whisper away my waning consciousness And abandon me to my own blissful ideations Which bay as Lycaon’s sons under a full moon Do you want me to dream of you forever? Would you be so cruel?