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Sep 30 2013 
From The Thames to Land’s End
The Houses of Parliament abut on the river bank as a regal order for the waves to sing tunes of harmony and peace; London Bridge, along with Tower and Westminster Bridges, spreads as a net for winds of people to blow across the space of time; nothing that flies in the mind of the city … Continue reading
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Sep 30 2013 
What You Sculpt, I Do Not
What you sculpt, I do not,
What I carve, you may not,
But hangs still in the mind
Some careless, clueless rhyme!
We make the same music!Florence, 2008 © M. Syre
(Silence of the Piano Sings)
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Sep 30 2013 
The Bell Chimes
sizzling rays
of the solar disc
strike the earth as burns;
the bird of silence flies,
while a gravedigger
gashes its wings
with the blade of his spade.
the bell chimes:
hands shiver
but carry on digging!the grave has been dug
and the mourners have
gathered around it.
the earth
opens its mouth
to gulp its morsel:
the bell chimes:
no one hears,
save the gravedigger!with the brush of its
dark, cracked lips,
the … Continue reading -
Sep 30 2013 
On Cloud of Drifting Time
Again a Socrates
Holds a cup brimful of
New, raw, lethal hemlock!
Everything’s mute an’ still!
Everyone’s spineless, dazed.
And lo, the cup trembles,
As the venom trembles!Athens, 2008 © M. Syre
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Sep 30 2013 
Men in Gods
Old or young,
Every face—
An idol!
And the world
Temple—vast,
Gigantic!
How puzzling
It’s to find
Men in gods!
Vatican City, 2008 © M. Syre
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Sep 30 2013 
I Keep on Taking Puffs at My Life
I keep on taking puffs at my life:
the smoke hangs round me,
everywhere.
utterly wreathed in smoke,
I see the world through it.
at times, the smoke
gets so thick and dense,
I fail to make out anything
across it.
as I puff at my life,
it smoulders to the fag end,
ash sinking into
the ashtray of Time;
the ash strews the tray,
which keeps it
in her … Continue reading
