A to Z Challenge – The letter L – April 15, 2016

lilac tree

Down lilac lanes,
Aligning sweetly the limpid lake
Leading to her Liege
Lady Laura  walked innocent, so leisurely,
Laughing at the jester’s light lechery
Down lilac lanes.

Whispering disloyal lobcock,
Whose poisonous lips did insinuate
Lies unto Laura’s Lord:
“Look, Lady Laura loves her jester,
Liege Lord, see her languid laughter!”
(Whispering disloyal lobcock.)

Luciferin green-eyed monster,
Lived inside the Lord’s heart
Leading him into insanity.
He hired loutish loiterers as lynchers,
To stone the two next day.
Luciferin green-eyed monster.

Down lilac lanes
Whispering disloyal lobcock
Luciferin green-eyed monster
[A tragic ending]

© G.s.k. ‘16

(Unfortunately, yesterday I didn’t write nor indeed even visit my blog … so today I’ll be doing the writing I had planned to do yesterday.)


(the form is called “L’Eco” –

Here’s the structure of the form:

  • A four stanza poem
  • Word count 3-5-4-6-6-3 (except for the last stanza)
  • The first and last lines repeat in each stanza.
  • The fifth line is the same in each stanza throughout the poem
  • The last stanza is a four line “conclusion” where each of the first lines of the poem  echo – the fourth line [closed in brackets]  ties the whole poem up.

the word count is: 3 – 5 – 4 – 6 – 6 – 3 – last stanza 3-3-3-3 last line [in brackets]

Written for Gradmama 2011 – L is for Library (A-Z Challenge) who reminded me of this form.

She wept … Wordle – August 27, 2015

Mourning Woman Seated on a Basket – Vincent van Gogh – 1883

Orpheus, faithless,
looked back.
Did he think
that Eurydice would not follow?

Then, bleary eyed and stumbling
in the deafening silence
that accompanied him
through the simulacrum
of his life
(always proximate to death)
he preserved the memory of his faithlessness …
… as his life continued
he wrote the tale of his woe
in songs he never sung.

In the meantime,
of his each passing day
he lived with her
a lowly woman,
considerate –
she warmed his bed,
kept his charcoal fire burning
and served him his rice …

Of her – he wrote no song
nor even knew her name –
hers was not a faculty
for invisibility –
outside of his own tragedy
she just went unseen
in her normality –
she wept her silent tears
for the twice faithless lover.

© G.s.k. ‘15

1. Orpheus (Greek Legend. a poet and musician, a son of Calliope, who followed his dead wife, Eurydice, to the underworld. By charming Hades, he obtained permission to lead her away, provided he did not look back at her until they returned to earth. But at the last moment he looked, and she was lost to him forever.) 2. Follow 3. Meantime 4. Bleary 5. Considerate 6. Deafening 7. Proximate 8. Faculty 9. Simulacrum (a slight, unreal, or superficial likeness or semblance) 10. Preserve 11. Rice 12. Charcoal

Written for:

Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie : Wordle #75 “August 24, 2015″

Dawn Thoughts – July 21, 2014



I woke up this morning at 3:00 am and decided it was far too early to get out of bed.  I might as well have gotten up because I never found sleep again … such is life.

I kept thinking about yesterday … personal things like my computer finally giving signs of giving up the ghost, she wouldn’t turn on again yesterday, although the power source had been changed – this is beginning to look very serious, it probably means the motherboard is going bad … then my router modem that did give up the ghost – I spent hours trying to get it to configure, but the computers – (I tried on two) kept saying it wasn’t connected.  I finally gave up, I’m now connecting to Internet with a normal old DSL modem.  I was kept isolated for hours …


Then my mind kept going back to tragedy … the tragedy of life, the senselessness of killing, war, indifference to human and other life, the horrors of cruelty perpetrated on innocents, fanaticism – religious, ideological or home spun personal beliefs and I could go on and on making this post a list poem of horrors that would never have an end.

One of my favorite poets wrote … after he’d written a poem entitled: Flight MH 17 this short poem:



Can you submit yourself to sing
when sorrows’ song is all there is,
and open wide the bellows heart,
receiving grief as you did bliss?

© Ye Old Foole


I’m a relativist … or perhaps a Buddhist.  In 62 years I think there has not been a second  when senseless tragedy has not been visited our poor planet. My earliest knowledge of tragedy was of the horrors of Biafra, which is now forgotten.  Throughout my youth, I lived through the deaths of the Kennedy’s, Martin Luther King, Vietnam, and the odd church tower shootings, abundant slayings and much more, not to speak of personal family tragedy.  And I wondered then, as I wonder now, how can I make a difference.

I understand the hermits who chose to live on the side of a mountain or the nuns who went into cloister to pray for the world.  But I also remember the Buddha.  Siddhartha left the luxuries of his life to find out how to defeat death … and through the agony of asceticism, he found the middle road and then enlightenment and walked in the world spreading joy and comfort.

A question oft-times heard,
How to sing in the face of tragedy
In truth, I’ve no reply …
Except to say,  we need one candle
For with just one candle,
We can light a mighty fire …
We all live in shrouded darkness
And sing often of death and pain …
When will we find something different
To change this tawdry game.

As you say the game goes both ways
There’s sorrow not only bliss …
When will the masters learn compassion …
For all the harm they’ve spawned.
And when will their passive slaves see
Behind the masks they hide?
Learning to see the senseless horror
Of mindlessly following blind.

A list of tragedy – crimson with innocent blood
Leaves me not indifferent,
But weak and without resistance
To the viral call of vengeance.

Who will be the candle
Who will sing songs of hope and joy…
If our only melody is a mourning dirge
And we’ve vengeance in our hearts.

 […] “Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared” […]
Gautama Siddhartha – The Buddha

Writing With Chiyo-Ni (4) “That’s all there is” July 21, 2014

Today we visit with the world renowned poetess Chiyo-Ni.  Carpe Diem Haiku Kai dedicates this post to the people who died when their airplane of Malaysia Airlines was shot down recently over the Ukraine killing 298 people of which 192 were Dutch. The Netherlands and the world  mourns them.

Chèvrefeuille has chosen this haiku to express that mourning:
cool clear water
and fireflies that vanish
that is all there is…

© Chiyo-Ni

Rain drops

This is Chèvrefeuilles haiku:

lost lives
leaving just tears –
morning dew

© Chèvrefeuille


And now I will attempt this difficult task:

smiling laughter
under the Ukraine stars
then silence

© G.s.k. ’14