House of the Goblin[Part Two of Three]
Here is where, where the air is still
And the mountains shadows disappear!Here is where, unnumbered spirits dwell
Where harp and memory expire?br />
Where the rainbow—leaps, from its
Storeroom-keep, and cries; And the sands along the oceans coast
Echo then die…as in sleep?
And where enchantment turns into ghouls!...
Who be these spirits, which charm and gleam?
A fabric from the “Inferno,?I thinkOr a symbolic language in a forgotten dream
Yes! We are all exiled from beauty?br />
Yes, we are exiled from beauty unseen?br />
Where fragile-wings and tendernessMeet; meet with the seraphim.
Yet we must lock the keep?br />
So no man may walk among our sleep
Yes, yes, oh yes, we all live?We all live, do we not, you and I,
In the House of the Goblin!...
Muffled in a black lily; smiling, smiling
To find a way out—out, out;Sorceress posing as Almighty God?br />
‘Thou art, as a violent worm!?br />
(I am more noun than verb, yet theverbs are winning, with the worms.)
Notes: Part II, #753 7/8/05 “In doing this poem, images seem to flash through my mind, as if I found myself in a lockup on planet earth.?br />
Poetry In General by dlsiluk, “To achieve ones meaning in poetry, you may have to drop the musical ascent; or so I’ve often found myself doing; not sure if there is a right or wrong way in this. But what I do know is that, if I do not drop it, I can not become engulfed with the wholeness of the poem I want to produce. Yes, we have to fight against spirit and experience; and in order to win you must chew on whatever words fit.?br />
Poet/Author Dennis Siluk's new book on poetry: "Spell of the Andes," can be seen at http://www.abe.com or http://www.alibris.com