Hymn of a Northern Clime
All hail the Winter Solstice!
The everlasting Sun
Force of Light and Life
Returns to us once more.
O Sun, we trust Thee.
Thou wilt not abandon us
To desolation of shadow
And frozen sleep.
We honour
Your guardians of gloom
The gliding Moon, your Eyes of Night
And Sky Fire.
Behold!
We celebrate and make merry
With feasting, drink and song,
With...
Thursday 24th December 2015 4:19 pm
Child of Beauty
Tuesday 22nd December 2015 11:15 am
Cherry Jam
Ah – cherry jam
rich thick deluxe black cherry jam
crammed with perfect globes of purple fruit.
Who needs toast!
Skewer them with toothpicks
and pop them into your mouth
like cocktail candy.
Or mound a sticky pyramid
on a crunchy corner
and cram the whole pile in
all at once
and chew and suck and dribble
sweet dark juice
down your chin.
OMG ...
Wednesday 2nd December 2015 11:30 am
The Freedom of 'ART'
I think
Poetry has Power:
the definitive Art of Words.
Perhaps a siren song of tonal syllables
running music through the mind;
an elusive vision caught with inspired imagery;
or a bold reality wrenched into reason;
But especially the seductive expansion
of metaphysical meaning
whether deliberate or not.
I think
we taste and test the value of an apt word
pr...
Friday 27th November 2015 12:34 pm
A Hard Line
I think
Fear and Religion
are close bedfellows,
one to attack -
the other to protect
basic Sanity;
that the softer aspects
of Love and Joy
are really side effects.
Thursday 19th November 2015 12:19 pm
Reflections on 'Aristotle's Poetics'
(a haiku string)
Pity is the depth
we feel when bad things happen
to other good folk
Fear we deeply feel
knowing bad things can happen
to good folk like us
Sympathy is the
bonding of pity and fear
There - but for Good Luck -
Catharsis is a
beneficial expulsion
from mind ... or body
'Not easy going -
Wonder how well I've pegged it.
...Monday 16th November 2015 5:12 pm
A Clever Man
(For 'man' please understand 'person' which does not scan well.)
The most unclever thing
A clever man can do
Is to think himself
More clever than another man.
But it defies even the concept of 'clever'
To broadcast it.
rolling some thoughts around yesterday
while hanging out clothes
thinking of many things
as my fingers clipped pegs
CBT/Octo...
Wednesday 28th October 2015 7:28 pm
The Argument
You could not.
Yes, I could.
You would not.
But, yes, I would.
You should not.
Why?
You will not!
………………………
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Monday 19th October 2015 3:43 pm
In the stillness of
In the stillness of
deep night you can hear corn grow
and speak with spirits
CBT
In the stillness of
our lonely room my heart thumps
to fill the silence.
CBT
In the stillness of
this foggy morning a
jet drones through unseen
CBT
If anyone cares to join in this haiku 'exercise' I'd love to see what you come up with.
Cynthia
...
Thursday 15th October 2015 12:38 pm
Reading the Sign
If the power of photography
is your job
then you record the message
before scrubbing out the script.
And you have served your purpose
for being there.
CBT, September, 2015
Wednesday 9th September 2015 11:21 am
The Last Verse
My mother said with acid edge, after a quarrelsome day,
'You know what your problem is? You think too much!'
'Oh, Mother,' I replied. 'No matter what you say,
I cannot see in black and white. The world exists in grey.'
My mother said with teared distress, across her father’s clay,
'You know what your problem is? You think too much.'
'Oh, Mother,' I replied, 'why dredge we ...
Wednesday 2nd September 2015 11:14 am
The Velvet Conversation
What do I want? What do I value?
What do you reject?
What matters to me? Whose opinions do I heed?
Whose do you ignore?
I no longer care what anyone thinks of me,
Or my actions.
You realize, of course, that you have fixed
The anomaly of your state:
You are trying very hard not to care;
But you do...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 12:09 pm
Li Po
In the age of T'Ang
From China's far past
Lived Li Po
A poet
Impetuous rebel of scholarly form
Pulsing with positive Nature
As legend has it
So many years related
Sodden with drink
Or sex
Or both
Li Po leaned from his lazy boat
To embrace the shining moon
Reflected in the Yangste River
And tumbled into the water
And drowned.
Perhaps he c...
Tuesday 18th August 2015 11:42 am
For her
She wanted to come to him
Naked and eager
Hands hot her toes trembling
But he needed
The spur of access denied
A hint of ravishment however flimsy
She offered herself – a gift
He wanted her – a prize
The sex was good
Polished and productive
But never quite raising
Wild winds of the moors
Or whispering the dialogue of trees
For her
...
Tuesday 11th August 2015 12:28 pm
Two Formal Poems (re-posts)
Upon the Winds of Change
Upon the winds of change our courses flew
And us across the heaving seas did send.
It mattered not what dreams each would pursue
For Fate decreed what we could not portend:
That once again our raging hearts should blend
In Youth’s enduring spirit which does flow
Between us still, steel bond of lustful f...
Sunday 2nd August 2015 1:20 pm
A Poet's View
Imagery is not always metaphorical
But often the result of our selective senses
Seeking fact
Further filtered through the poet’s head
And heart
To an essence
That speaks in multiplicity
Whether intended
Or not.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
July, 2015
Tuesday 7th July 2015 2:53 pm
Points
There is no north, south, east or west
Up,down, right or left
Far, near, in or out
Without a point.
No line without a start and stop
No circle without a centre
And no matter how long or squiggly
No shape until a line touches itself
At a point.
No structure in any dimension
Without the meeting of points.
Like discussions simple or complex
Of minor or major i...
Friday 3rd July 2015 2:40 pm
Answer
I took your purple book
and with a purple smile
I pitched it in the bin
wishing it were you.
I would laugh to see you
ground to pulp
in the purple teeth
of the trash truck.
Wednesday 24th June 2015 12:13 pm
Child in a Stroller
Clipping along narrow concrete
Vaguely aware of trees tossing
Bright spring warmth
Dulled by the weight of groceries
And chores yet to do
A young woman pushing a stroller
Approaches rapidly wheels whizzing
With a toddler
Scrunched up and grumpy tiny lips tight
Who watches me press against the hedge
Glancing down into the sour eyes
I smile
...Wednesday 10th June 2015 11:11 am
Morning Mantra
Get out of bed, you lazy lout!
No need to lie in useless pout
About the things you must do without.
So you're tired – mired – but never doubt
Their nasty causes you can clout.
Do not shrink back. Be firmly stout.
The glooms of age you can always flout.
Arise and shine to dance and shout.
Remember what life’s all about.
Get up! Get out! You lazy lout!
...
Monday 1st June 2015 3:04 pm
Moon Storm
moonlight melody
chords across busy sky
convulsive clouds piling to the stars
distant crescendo of angry thunder
and suddenly
cold rain drops heavily
pushed into star space
soaking my silly thoughts
as I race for cover
Cynthia Buell Thomas
May, 2015
Monday 18th May 2015 5:52 pm
The Egg
We were sitting at the kitchen table my grandson and I
Discussing Measurement
And the vagaries of Metric versus Imperial
Basically Science versus the Royal Slipper
Chuckling about that ghastly paralysis when the mind blanks
And the decimal point quivers with indecision –
Right –left – left – right – multiply or divide! OH HELP!
Suddenly he said: ‘I’m starving,’
‘You ...
Saturday 16th May 2015 12:30 pm
The Glaswegian
He was a dreamy dancer
Articulated moves in exact rhythm
Suavity of interpretation and sinuous muscle
A telling arrow from Cupid's bow
So many years ago.
At twenty the 'eligible for marriage' list is physical dominant
Not necessarily handsome features or a six-pack belly
But the promise of good sex -
And two bodies bonding the beat of music
Is very erotic.
H...
Monday 13th April 2015 12:50 pm
Moon Month
This month my body is tuned to the moon -
The tide of blood flowing hot and heavy
On the fullest night of the lunar cycle.
Under the brimming moon my loins grip
Throwing out rich red tissue
Sour membrane dark and odiferous.
The relief of the blood flush!
The tension in my cunt!
Like an orgasm in limbo
Never waxing – never waning.
Every love ac...
Wednesday 7th January 2015 12:44 pm
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