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"old man above the autumn"

1/ John Keats born Halloween 1795

Old: only live once;
and that life is brief, art is long

Present: born once to live forever

The museum
a mausoleum:
all the fine art
mummified.

I hear John Keats
with the ear in my HeArt
my brother's voice
freed from the cold of the urn

Never one foot already in the grave
and only shoes drop dead.
Always one foot already Home
waiting for the other one
to receive the Miracle Lift

Just ask Fanny Brawne
who lost breath upon hearing John died
with her ear to his HeArt
I believe she knows
and Mary, too - the soul of Percy



2/ ekphrastic

a fire-breathing
plasmatic mug
serendipitously morphing
into a sizzlin' jack o' lantern
branding solar sensation across the universe

 
https://www.nasa.gov/sites/default/file ... 014_2k.jpg


The serenading Sunpkin
its wizened mug
a torchy dirge
composed on wavelengths
numb to the season of the witch
O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!

 

 

 





 





 

M

In your minimalistic writing, much depends on what is not said. The last stanza makes sense as if pulled out of a capsule. A summing up of the previous two stanzas.

S

Thanks, Siva,

Minimalism is especially like that - akin to lyricism


I have edited - hopefully evolved - since you posted your response,

which I thank you for, Siva



Michael (MV)