30 pieces of silver
sent one man on his way
dispensed by fearful theocrats
sneering as their hired help
danced in fateful jerks
and now a philosopher’s stone
transforms the state of silver
engineered by frantic alchemists
preening with their captured help
shapeshifting like quicksilver
Well, I wasn't surprised really, as it's kind of obscure I think (my haiku that is).
Anyway, the contest was to do a haiku (poem with three lines - five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables) on anything to do with Batman. So after racking my brains for hours and hours (minus a few hours), and with the fame-multiplier effect of Heath Ledger's death in mind, I came up with this:
The dark night returns
And brings a joke or, is it?
A metaphor, think.
What do you think?
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On another note, it seems that the 'Heath Ledger Online Community' haven't given up on him yet! They still have a "Contact Heath" link with some addresses, and say
If you have gotten a reply, or if the address you used does not work (i.e. your package is returned to you as "return to sender") please let us know (heathledger.net)
Maybe they know something we don't? A sequel perhaps?
Well, Une fois n'est pas coutume ('Once is not customary') as the French say, so here's a couple of poems I wrote recently. One darker, and the other more hopeful
shooting
shooting the hours
with a liquid gun
blasting the minutes
with a mind-ray stun
the tiredness crumbles
the particle waves
sitting in silence
in a lonely bedsit
blazing the memories
in thermal hate
scared to realise
the childhood fate
the walls have holes
light rays spill in
focusing spectral colours
on a lonely heartache
Dec 07
forgiveness
forgiveness is
a heavy soul
a hammer of steel
a weight of gold
a spear of hope
a ray of light
the light of love
Sep 07
To give credit where it is due: these were inspired (more or less) by Christopher Moon, whose workshops I have attended, and who has opened my mind to new ways of understanding myself.
