Karma....for Seta

savannah66

Stuttering in Lieu of a Sonnet


Karma was a bitch, I knew her
posing as a poisoned apple for sale
at a carnival midway, hair all tousled
from sex in a 1978 camaro,
pointing her absent hand in my direction,
calling for accounts payable.
“Who are we asking for, personnel?,”
I asked, her arms akimbo,
wailing for answer in absence,
absinthe poured for the bitter pill
my mother told her she would have to swallow.
She has lost the question.
“You just decide delirium”, mother
answered, pointing to Antares.
For hours we debate: What is love?
I cannot concede.

I wish, fervently, for limbo.
Death is a hors d’ouevre
stuttering on the acrid alcohol.
I will pass unnoticed through the river Styx;
clamoring for angels to mourn the passing
of my intelligence.
It is not so.
Hades is a bitch, like Karma,
striking my face with the chianti
of remembrance.
I will not drink so easily tonight.

So it comes to this:
sienna seats, coffee carpet,
silent, bare walls.
What am I thinking of? It is this:
She sits fussing over calculus,
hair held back in a kerchief of cornflower blue,
wide German eyes wistfully watching the clock.
She is no daughter of Pascal, and I
sit writing poems of words I will never say
to the one I admire,
as useless as a love sonnet in the modern world.

savannah66

Thanks, Seta. You inspired this. I enjoy reading your poetry.

sultryevening

thats one heck of a compliment
great poem

setaside2

no love sonnet is useless if properly understood, in any age. I stick to that.

and that piece is utterly timeless. I always assumed Karma's hair would be a mess, something Chrissy Hynde meets Punky Brewster... but now I know why.

an orchid on your doorstep, my lady, and a poem in your ear.

wondrous.

love,

seta

PS... if you don't mind, I may use this piece as inspiration myself. I shalt steal the seed of the muse back for replantation. The song shall sing under different loam, and in the muck of the earth. On second thought, keep the muse. You are inspiring in your own right. She can whisper from afar, and I shall bend an ear to listen, always.

savannah66

Thank you.

Karma, to me, would kind of look like Robert Smith of the Cure caught in a weed eater and painted in black and phosphoresence,
splashed with red wine, billboarded in technicolor, and handed to Neil Gaiman for storyboard.
She'd have a big knife, and a ball-peen hammer...and
impeccable, pearly white teeth.

Seta, I count myself fortunate to have inspired you once. Blessings for continuing the wonderful voice you have. Thank you for the inspiration tonight. It is beyond reproach for me.

I love this board, and am an avid reader of poetry. Bless all of you who write here. Words are beautiful...and all of us combine in our own way.

This is a powerful forum for all who share.

setaside2

I just want it publicly known that now that I know that savannah is a Neil Gaiman reader, she is officially my hero. LOL I may indeed be smitten.

I have almost every Sandman book and am a huge fan of Neverwhere and American Gods. I have many of his other works with Dave McKean and others.
Good Omens with Terry Pratchett...

If you haven't read Murder Mysteries, you haven't read Gaiman, I swear. Jaw dropping.

Not just the pearly-white teeth, my dear, but a grin that eats moons and muck for a living.