An Atlas of Consonance

Middle Earth

Come as you are,

worldly possessions carried in one hand,

an odyssey and message that rids us

of unhappiness and discontent.

You truly believe I am alive.

white beards long beards
glassy gazed dead-blow-hammer
tract marked arm scars blood rush to the head
the envious, stampede, fickle-faux, self-made
apartment buildings concrete gas lighting
condominium parking lots panicked search lights
knife blades eyes flash in the pan

so much absurdity

each time you see a platypus,

have a good laugh.

Human language is but a demo-version,

nobody is inventing anything new;

every philosopher played himself out–

the ones who used to live and did not grieve,

so now I am trying to do that,

and you cannot imagine how tough it is,

it’s like talking to a cupboard.

Where roses die and wither, I play my harp;

they call us weeds and nuisance,

but we are Conquerors,

Scared we would go blind if we carried on,

the wind offered to carry us, pushed against

hate-graffiti written paper skin vandalized by words like

‘you wont’, ‘you cant’.

Lighter than the wind but anchored,

flailing forward like a pebble cast from a sling,

made to topple giants. I am David.

They said I was a slave to failure so I learnt to run,

believing in the sun’s existence

when there was no evidence

to love myself in the face of hate when I had reasons to

burn the bridges that light my way.

Open your mouth,

here’s another pearl that regresses to an oyster;

Now we shall sing forever.

© Alicia Khoo

NaPoWriMo Day 14

Note from writer–

A poem made possible from a collage of three pieces by brilliant fellow poets:

Jesse S. Mitchell, Das Sunlight

http://kshawnedgar.wordpress.com/2013/04/14/das-sunlight/

Ilya Fostiy, Platypus.

http://bzebza.com/2013/04/13/my-short-story-platypus-in-russian-published-in-belgorod-business-class-magazine-second-number/#more-13341

, Despite (Senile Ramblings from a wise old homeless man pt 3)

http://thymoment.wordpress.com/2013/04/10/despite-senile-ramblings-from-a-wise-old-homeless-man-pt-3/