- PEBBLE IN THE POND -

[HaroHalola]

- PEBBLE IN THE POND-

Out, out they go in
rippled waves, undulating
smokey-mirrored rings

these concentrics, like
Orbs in clouded Spaces there
about Diana

E'er Supernal,
now circles for Faces gone
to places else... Yet

out they go & go...
these rings apulse aquivered
beyond this Sun and

Antipode, awash
in clouded Moonslight...out &
out - Oh!, not-so-brief

Candles - beyond Space
Antivort, as sponge Re-re-
flections of an-

nulus Consequence!
Unicentric wavepercusses -
Bom!...Bom!...Bom!... Eurhyth-

mically "Telltale Poets"...
Time... Non Esse! And yet they go...
out...&...out....&...out...

from cloudy-headed
Places... Echoes through soundless
Space, these filaments

to a Billions Years'
devolution, alas the
Pebble in the Pond

To what Heaven this
Hell hath wrought from throbbed circums
of our obliqued Lives!?

H.e.m.
1.12.MMvii.
(Ad Astra Per Aspera)
Two Shea

[judih]

this most certainly
flows, orbital spheres
reaching past impossible

[Totenkopf]

Not half bad Sound and fury, signifyin' somethin'

[HaroHalola]

Hi Judih - TY; What is One to Reply...? to the certitude in the reach of overcoming the impossible? Perhaps this is the Message of the imminent Pesach? Shalom Bayit - H'H./H.e.m.

[hester_prynne]

Whan that aprille
with the surest sote,
the drought of mars
hath pierced every rote
and bathed every vein
in swich liquor,
of which, vertu,
engendered is the fleur....

whan that harola
dropeth his pebbles
in the poetry pool,
yon wings spread wide and far,
tho naught divisive,
no, more like
a broadening of
already vast horizens,
to vaster.

I like this one H.
I mean, its' still a struggle for my old musical brain to find a beat in your
poetics, but the heart leans forward in something like perplexed glee.
That's something!

H

[HaroHalola]

h_p - Welle, yon troubador, thou hath verily o'erwh'lm'd... TY for the efforted, gracious Reply I shall treasure 'mongst fave, indeed! Do you not glean/resonate w/the "pulses" & cadences I am setting-forth, irregular meters tho' they be; the sturm & drang? I have been a Professional Musician/player/Vocalist/"composer" virtually my entire Life, therefore my approach to Poetry (also, Lifelong) mirrors the Experience... I hope you will continue to Read my Work & the Code for illumination become more-extant; my striving toward level-messaging, a part of the sonic equation... H'H./H.e.m.[/i]

[hester_prynne]

Indeed, I shall continue to wrestle your beats down to a sparkling pin of mastery.
I should note, that in my response above the first stanza should have been in quotes...Chaucer I think, something I had to memorize and recite in high school and never forgot after all these years.
"rave on words on printed page...."
H