Where can I find the Fulcrum,
Fragile quantum singularity?
Is it tangible? Can it be held --
Within my weakened grasp?
Is it visible? To fetch the eye --
The iris of a tired traveler?
Why do I struggle to attain
Simplicity others judge innate?
In prayer, I find solace --
In solitude, at my wits end!
Heaven lead this enervated soul
Have mercy on my fragile heart
Grant a moment's rest from The Chaos:
penetrating each grain of sand...
...whispering in the distance...
...ominous creaking from the Fulcrum.
MYHL
12/18/05
Commentary: Life is just one gigantic balancing act, isn't it?
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y H Landeweer
December 18, 2005
December 16, 2005
The Attack of the Butterflies
The nightmare
...that haunts my shadow.
Invisible, ravenous beast
...leering in the darkness
Never can I dwell in solace
...the paranoia pervades my peace.
Deep within my core
...omnipresent...
Rooted deep within my spine.
The Cringe contorts my innards
...Oh God! I’m being eaten alive!
I sigh
...and...
my heart begins to flutter.
MYHL
12/17/05
Commentary: Inspired by an old picture from what seems like a lifetime ago. This is a poem about falling in love.
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y H Landeweer
...that haunts my shadow.
Invisible, ravenous beast
...leering in the darkness
Never can I dwell in solace
...the paranoia pervades my peace.
Deep within my core
...omnipresent...
Rooted deep within my spine.
The Cringe contorts my innards
...Oh God! I’m being eaten alive!
I sigh
...and...
my heart begins to flutter.
MYHL
12/17/05
Commentary: Inspired by an old picture from what seems like a lifetime ago. This is a poem about falling in love.
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y H Landeweer
December 8, 2005
The Emerald Phoenix
A bruised girl crashes through a decrepit rusty door.
Golden locks twisted, a tear from one jaded eye.
Searing lashes and cuts marring her pearly flesh
Terror
The eyes of an Emerald Phoenix ablaze
Scream through the silent void:
Why me...Help Me...
Burning through my stoic heart
Coldness transformed to embrace this wounded soul.
Melted by sorrow and desolation,
Mustering strength to heal this delicate nymph:
Suffering has made You:
The beautiful person you are…
…forevermore
With the merest glint and celerity of Zeus' hand
The salty puddle evaporates, returning to the abyss.
..Peace...at long last....
MYHL
12/08/05
Commentary: A poem inspired by what could be called either a dream or a nightmare. In it, a friend finally came to terms with her past and for the first time in nearly a decade she knew comfort and peace. Until that day becomes be a reality, I will continue to pray for her.
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y H Landeweer
Golden locks twisted, a tear from one jaded eye.
Searing lashes and cuts marring her pearly flesh
Terror
The eyes of an Emerald Phoenix ablaze
Scream through the silent void:
Why me...Help Me...
Burning through my stoic heart
Coldness transformed to embrace this wounded soul.
Melted by sorrow and desolation,
Mustering strength to heal this delicate nymph:
Suffering has made You:
The beautiful person you are…
…forevermore
With the merest glint and celerity of Zeus' hand
The salty puddle evaporates, returning to the abyss.
..Peace...at long last....
MYHL
12/08/05
Commentary: A poem inspired by what could be called either a dream or a nightmare. In it, a friend finally came to terms with her past and for the first time in nearly a decade she knew comfort and peace. Until that day becomes be a reality, I will continue to pray for her.
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y H Landeweer
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