Strange Allegory

Vader: I find your lack of faith

disturbing.

Tarkin: Enough of this! Vader,

release him!

Lately,

We lived a strange allegory,

With you here

And me on Alpha Centauri,

With a connection made

More EM - than TELE-pathically.

Boldly,

You're exploring the moon, wildly,

Of Endor,

With me, elegantly,

Trying to invade,

This forest-moon of liberty,

Because, well - you see -,

Here, on Alpha Centauri,

Beings like me,

Don't understand being free.

Yet, fear not.

Clearly.

I misremember the journey

To Cloud City,

And its teachings of Anti

-Gravity,

It's because of the dust, I suppose,

On Alpha Centauri.

Maybe.

But, Fear not.

Eventually,

I'll learn to fly,

With the speed of light, dazzingly,

Towards undreamed dreams, in dreamy -

Landscapes, empty

At first,

Yet free.

Beyond Bespin, and Alderaan

And Mustafar,

Beyond Mon Calamari,

And even Alpha Centauri,

Beyond Hoth, Camino

And Naboo

TELE-pathically,

From QuantumSpaceAttachments,

Leaving traces,

Just for you.

© 2011 Lith Ium

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Surreal Poem

I took a pen in fashion pink.

And a tabula rasa.

And burning passion was the ink-

The letters dancing salsa.

I start to write about your eyes

And stars - my destination.

And my sweet blanket are the skies

And clouds – a strange creation.

I write on fog, on rain, on snow,

And hope for the eternal.

And all the words - a perfect flow

For once a dying journal.

I’d wish you'd know they are for you

These rhymes from hell ascending.

But you are real, you have a view...

And I, a shell… descending.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Late In November ... We Shall Wonder ...

The Consent

~ by Howard Nemerov







Late in November, on a single night
Not even near to freezing, the ginkgo trees
That stand along the walk drop all their leaves
In one consent, and neither to rain nor to wind
But as though to time alone: the golden and
green


Leaves litter the lawn today, that yesterday
Had spread aloft their fluttering fans of light.
What signal from the stars? What senses took it
in?


What in those wooden motives so decided
To strike their leaves, to down their leaves,
Rebellion or surrender? And if this
Can happen thus, what race shall be exempt?
What use to learn the lessons taught by time,
If a star at any time may tell us: Now.




We close the eyes before heaven, and are flabbergasted by the darkness. We seek the sounds, and picture them as answers, and draw them outside time ... to fit within a rhyme.

Monday, October 12, 2009