Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Lord of the Flies, setting & atmosphere

It Was Ours
(Words from Lord of the Flies - William Golding)

Can you imagine
That glorious moment
When from the square top we saw the island,
Boat-shaped and circled by a
Horizon of water

Tide running streaks,
Jungle's
jumbling
descent
into the beaches and coral reefs;
Scar jagged that marked our arrival.
Palms green-feathered
Reaching
for the skies
Vines creeping
Coarse grass beneath our bare feet

Invisible, the heat.
From the flowered half-cirque
We saw our world

The island breathed life
And it was ours.




Friday, March 4, 2011

introduction poem - anger

A Theme of Anger

A theme, a theme you say,
Shall it be childhood, music, love?
Shall we recite words
of fate, of laughter, of friendship?
We would, we would, oh any day we could
for so free and fair a theme, how we wish
But not today
Not today
For Anger has caught us first
Dismissed those golden thoughts;
Anger ensnared us in its vines, and
now within
it boils as a feral beast rejecting reason,
that, if contained any longer,
Bursts
and blinds us as it burns
a fiery blaze of revenge.
A theme, a theme you say,
but Anger became more than that--
Anger is us

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Poem for "The Pedestrian"

"Ponders"

The lone wanderer, as his soles touch
Asphalt and his shadows brush stray ferns,
Ponders,
Steps,
Ponders...

In his thoughts-- the only light left that
Kindles these streets--
Clocks turn back and see
The hazy sun re-rising from its set,
Times when the highways, those
Rivers stolidly grey pounded into land,
Are abuzz and ever-shifting
As highways ought to be;

And what now that it is dark?
Those of the past
Spoke wonders of the moon--
The same moon the people have now
Abandoned for beams of
Apathetic light.

Trucks, walkers, shoes:
All locked in for the nightly hours.

Yet who is it really that is locked in,
The shoes or the people so diminished in their
Musings and talents by the
Flickers of a screen?