A Grateful Insignificant Synesthete
On my morning ride to work
the hills follows my breath
larger, smaller, pushing the sky
which, in turn, hums like a rumbling train.
The line of cars rises off the road,
and the oncoming line of faces
expands to every city, every country
as I become happily no one.
This side of normal
over the years, I have enjoyed
being a broken synesthete
and savoring absorption in insignificance.
— by Sabio Lantz, May 2015
Prompt: Gabriella, at d’Verse Poets, ask us “to think of something that is part of your everyday life …. and weave it into a poem that makes us see what is unique for you about your routine.”
- “synesthete”: A person whose nervous system allows crossing of signals across different sensory or cognitive pathways – synesthesia. See the wiki article
- See my the post on my idea blog entitled “The Glory of Insignificance” — this is a poetic version, allowing much broader interpretation.
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Only three days and four liters of formaldehyde earlier,
I nervously chuckled at how vulnerable I was:
Shitting on a Starbucks toilet with only a thin door
between me and people audibly ordering their lavish caffeines,
while I hoped my splashes and farts could not be overheard
from my dirty ass — only a door knob away from public laughter.
Now, after the search for a cause, I lay here sliced and diced,
dressed far nicer than I’ve ever been, while forced tears fall.
And from my cheap casket I can somehow see my daughter
shamelessly hitting on one of the young limo drivers in the parking lot.
— by Sabio Lantz May 2014 (from draft March 2013)
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Zam at 2am
Ahura Mazda gave us Zam
– a divine spark at 2am.
The quiet closing hour
for deities without power.
When those stumbling in defeat
wander beer soaked streets,
and Earth has no time to care,
for she has her own despair.
–by Sabio Lantz, March 2015
Prompt: from d’Verse Poets: “There’s no specific topic, you just need to incorporate 2am into your poem.”
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I was an unkosher Goy,
with exuberant chutzpah
kibitzing Guru-free karma
in the En-laden land of Wabi-sabi
when a typhoon trashed my Feng Shui
blowing my pajamas
down a wild jungle path.
— by Sabio Lantz, April 2015
Prompt: Anna, at the d’Verse Poets Pub, challenges us to “Try building a poem around your favorite word or collecting your vocabulary before writing your verses. Do all your choices add up to create a greater aesthetic whole?”
Notes: So, following Anna’s prompt, my favorite word is “En” — it is the only word in the poem that is not an English word. Yep, all the others are words from other languages imported into English — in the English dictionary. So my favorite words are these words imported to English from languages other than main sources of Latin, Greek, French or German.
See my diagram here showing the history of languages imported into English — including “jungle”, “typhoon”, “pajamas” and the linked ones. And though I don’t expect many readers to click, I offer links to explain these words.
I coined the title word of the poem, of course, it is from Greek. Xeno = foreign, Logo = Word, Philia = love: The Love of Foreign Words.
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Simply Here: No Calling
Like you, I am called by the wind
called by the accident of birth
and called by those I love.
Some envision themselves
as dangling divine toys:
a special build of a sky-dwelling puppeteer.
Instead, I see myself simple,
like all other creatures:
no heavenly trajectory, no special purpose.
Just struggling to survive,
and per chance delighting in a few moments.
and per chance helping others find delight.
Few of us are fortunate enough to love our work,
while most of us slug along in unfulfilling labor,
leaving it to others to romanticize our suffering.
As Tagore did to his hawker, gardner and watchman.
Did he miss their pain, suffering and insecurity
and instead, sanitize their life with a vocation, a “calling”?
My calling is to remember the discipline of pleasure
— to nurture the diverse joys possible in life,
to acknowledge the ugliness and move on
knowing there is no plan.
We are simply here
like everything else.
— by Sabio Lantz, April 2015
Prompt: Gabrielle, at d’Verse Poets Pub, asks us “to write about your call”. She quotes Tagore’s Poem “Vocation” as a sample.
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Sarah & Kora
It’s Sarah with an “H”
As in hell, horrible and hate,
It’s my name for Gods’ sake
so get it fuckin’ straight!
It’s Kora with a “K”
As in kinky, kill, and Kay,
It is the pride that fills my day
so spell it right, OK?
Years later, when Sarah and Kora came to join hands,
Their spelling identities fell like castles of sand.
Instead they now struggle for real recognition
of a love much deeper that social convention.
— by Sabio Lantz, March 2015
Prompt: Open Link Night @ D’Verse Poets Pub
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Prompt: Mary, over at D’Verse Poets Pub, challenges us to “to write a ‘beautiful’ poem”.
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