Polysynthesis
Polysyllabic verse of white caps
tree tops obey the wind
abreast of the evening’s vesper
just before bedtime
in the peaceful wilderness
of the painter’s mind
that conceives war and peace
mind that ascends
to the abode of the Great Spirit
monocotyledon
no need for plural in the world
of the creative Monad crafting
colors and rocky bases
short islandic footsteps
of the Almighty who often laughs
at the little and grand
as they cling to their egomanias
no need for liturgy bells chiming

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Excerpt

Maureen and Ken Hall arrived at the Cresswell farm just before 6 o’clock. Tyne saw their older model Ford car enter the yard, heralded by Sparky’s excited announcement. Dropping her paring knife onto the counter where she had been preparing dinner, she wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and raced from the house to meet them. Moe, scarcely waiting for Ken to stop the car, jumped out and sprinted up the path towards the house. She reached the house before Tyne had managed to clear the back steps. For a moment they clung together, then pulled away and regarded each other with wide smiles.
“You look wonderful, Moe, you’re practically blooming ….”
“Hey, kiddo, how’re you doing? You look ….”
Both broke into laughter. Ken, coming up behind his wife with a grin, held out his hand to Tyne. “Good to see you, Tyne.”
But Tyne ignored his outstretched hand, and grabbed the big man and hugged him, too. “No formalities, friend,” she said laughing. “Do you both realize that we haven’t seen each other since our wedding? Too long.”
“Much too long,” Moe agreed as Tyne ushered her up the steps to the house. Ken excused himself and headed for the barn to find Morley.
“Don’t fall in anything nasty,” Moe called after him, and he half turned and waved at her.
In the kitchen Tyne continued with dinner preparations as Moe leaned on the counter and talked. How good to be together again. Three years sharing a room in the nurses’ residence at the Holy Cross Hospital, and another sixteen months in a small apartment, had cemented a relationship that had been an amiable one from the start.

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Grimace

And without any further delay

I accepted the unnatural grimace

of the deaf and I struggled to express

my sorrow as if it was all mine

while the rustle under my soles

detected the soft autumn whisper

circular tempestuous attitude 

aroused to the point of aloofness

where the flower unfolded

its exquisite beauty

primal beginning recommencing

a floral, innocent concept

martyr on the front line, defining

the traitor who justifiably existed

life was meaningless without me

and again, as cleansed as the song

of my angel, I stood before my Fate

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Alan Sillitoe – Ή να είσαι επαναστάστης ή να μην είσαι