Blog Update

Not poetry, I know (and I am sorry that this blog gets so neglected), but I have included a sidebar tool to link to other blogs, and I would be happy to link to/follow any good poetry blogs (or related) that you know of!

Thanks,

Daniel

Haiku For Vickie

Hidden grief locks tight

Chains fall, unexpected light

Sudden joy set free

copyright (c) 2011 Daniel J. Bishop

Sangreal

I have ridden the fray,
lance couched to battle.
The holy Grail you guard so well
from lips of penitent knights –
humility does not crease me.
I come on bended knee
to drink.

Keeper of the Grail,
in Glastonbury your castle stands
with sinks and chairs
and mattresses.
Women who guard your walls
neither bow nor weep
but stand silent at the sides,
their sweet music heard only
by their ears and yours.

Cauldron of birth and rebirth
to which and from which
holy blood has flown,
to which and from which
all things have flown,
kept sacred from kneeling knights
that only sweet maidens may press
their lips to thine.



Copyright ©1997, 2008, and 2011 Daniel J. Bishop
Originally published in the Sangreal limited edition chapbook, 1997.

Agapé

When I kneel at your altar,

genuflecting, speaking in tongues,

my face anointed with sacred oils,

there will be absolution.

There is no repentance of sin.

All the saints and all the angels

look away.

You are the beatific vision

your cries a canticle

our words our confession.

There will be a resurrection.

copyright (c) 1997, 2008, & 2011 Daniel J. Bishop

This poem first appeared in the Sangreal limited edition chapbook.

Carole Ann

Carole Ann turns

skitters like leaves in an eddy

of dress-suit men and women

whose frustrations lie

more deeply hidden.

They do not look,

and I wonder how they ignore

the childlike wonder of Carole Ann

with the masks we wear

torn away. 

copyright (c) 2011 Daniel J. Bishop

This poem was written during a productive period some years ago, when I was working at BCE Place in downtown Toronto.  It was inspired by a co-worker there who I observed, one day, trying to meet conflicting demands near the TD Tower elevators, being pulled in three directions at once, and , as the poem says, skittering like leaves in an eddy.

And we all feel like that sometimes, torn this way and that.  She just showed it, with her face and her body, the frustration of different demands, and the pull to go everywhere at once.  It was kind of touching, in a way, and kind of wonderful as well.  

The other people there, if they saw, continued on their way without more than a glance, like the drafts that set the leaves to dancing.  This swirl of motion, this individual momentarily laid bare for them to see the emotions on her face, revealed in her movements, stepped around and ignored.

I think that is kind of sad.

So I wrote about it.

Halloween Prayer

Halloween is coming

And the dead slough off

Depression with yellow leaves.

She turns from him.

His rictus grim smiling

Through days, alone nights.

Time, too, has a skeleton smile

And yellow leaves fall,

Skeleton trees grow bare.

The children laugh and scream and fight

As children do,

Embodying the monsters they don

To scour the neighbourhood.

Their nights together spent

Alone, each to each,

Not so much loss as separation,

Not so much ending as transformation.

Let this be a costume, too.

Let it come and go for a season

Until the cold trick is spent

And the treat remains,

Sweetness enough for another year.

Let there be another spring

                & love bloom again.

copyright (c) 2011 Daniel J. Bishop

Parking Haiku

If joyous parking

Cannot be arranged Friday

Please ignore haiku

Where I work, I don't have regular parking.  Sometimes, though, one can request parking, and, when possible, those requests are honoured.  


After a long string of parking requests of the standard "Is it possible to get parking for tomorrow?" type, I ended up writing some more interesting requests.  


Haikus.  A sonnet.  A limerick.

You really can have fun and be creative at work.

(Well, I guess that depends upon how your workplace responds!)

copyright (c) 2011 Daniel J. Bishop