Harlem, Sonnet #493

Harlem (Sonnet #493)

Summer Harlem heat melts plastic lawn chairs
To my body. Relief, just a notion,
Wishful thinking in this urban motion
Endless streaming people, no time to spare.
Seated on these brownstone steps, do I wait
For you in vain? Frankie next door crack’d op’
The fire hydrant and kids now dance it up
Soak’d wet. Wish my relief were not so late.
Street band members arrive, set up, and play,
Salsa bluesy street riff, to which we dance
It’s smooth as silk, my feet do want to prance
Marie asked me to join, but here I stay
Without my love I’m lost, and just defer
Do you miss us? My eyes tear up and blur.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

Inspired by Carlos Santana (featuring Rob Thomas), “Smooth”
https://youtu.be/6Whgn_iE5uc

Paradigm (French)

Alors
Ensemble,
Motifs
De penser,
Vision du monde, perception;
Qui suis-je dans la collection
De stardust, et l'un des sept milliards de demandeurs de vérité
Former la tapisserie de ce que nous connaissons comme la vie sur ce caillou humide, en train de faire des rondes?
Certains, regardant dans les cieux, trouvent une beauté étonnante; D'autres, cherchant un sens, trouvent Dieu.
Et puis il y a ceux qui se contemplent et se sentent si petits.
Mais qui je suis et pourquoi je suis là
Chang'd le jour où nous nous sommes rencontrés.
J'existe
Aimer
Votre
Âme.

(C) 20l7 David W. Palmer

Paradigm (A Double Fibonacci Sequence)

Paradigm

So
Set,
Patterns
Of thinking,
Worldview, perception;
Who am I in the collection
Of stardust, and one of seven billion truth seekers
Forming the tapestry of what we know as life on this wet pebble, going in circles?
Some, gazing into the heavens find stunning beauty; others, seeking meaning, find God.
And then there are those who contemplate and feel so small.
But who I am and why I’m here
Chang’d the day we met.
I exist
To love
Your
Soul.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

Phosphenes (A Fibonacci)

PHOSPHENES

Light
Is
Simple
And complex.
It's spectrum
Contains all colors
We can enjoy, possibly see.
And for most of our life, we live
In ignorance of the greatest
Beauty staring us boldly in the face. Refraction,
Dismemberment of the whole, alone reveals the beauty we had always pray'd was there.

(C) 20l7 David W. Palmer

Hedonism (An 8x8)

Hedonism

Is greatest good found in pleasure
Avoiding all that causes pain?
I wish so much this were true. Fain
Pursue this without a measure
But, an easy life, does it build
Character forged in crucibles
Of white hot flame? Deniable
That ease can purify our guild.

(C) 2017 David W. Palmer

My poem for the new prompt. What do you think, Sweetheart?

Entrance (Sonnet #492)

Entrance (Sonnet #492)

Upon our land, the darkness lay devoid
Of hope or certainty. Groping, aimless
Vast, the dark deep hovers over hopeless
Souls, desperate destruction to avoid.
Allah, the Merciful, within that cave,
Did shed His light, brought forth upon that slope
True light’s entrance we mark in reverent hope
Gaining his Paradise, thus are we saved.
Oh, Holy Sacred Text, we celebrate
Your Wisdom, guidance, justice and all truth
That God should speak to man in glorious light
Bless’d be the one who reads and contemplates
So, feast upon this Word which nourishes.
Rejoice, for He designs you to flourish.

© 2017 David W Palmer
Dedicated lovingly, respectfuly, and reverently to all my friends celebrating
The Holy Month of Ramadan at this time.

Vellichor (Sonnet #491)

Vellichor (Sonnet #491)

On an island horseshoe kingdom, e’en more,
Upon the firth Eastsound, I found magic;
I knew at once upon entrance, tragic
‘Twould be should I resist its vellichor.
In my mind’s eye a book is grand transport
Castles, maidens, dragons, battles, brav’ry
Heroes, villains lock in mortal combat
Certain outcome? Never! Should we abort?
Old books contain in mystic musty smells
Such an aromatic ambiance
iPads, Kindles and Nooks will never spell
The joy weighted in print’s etched permanence.
So lost in vellichor I would spend hours
Touching, browsing, exhaust financial pow’rs

© 2017 David W. Palmer