Showing posts with label postmodern lyrical poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label postmodern lyrical poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

In a sea of white anemones and Leopard...

Poems by Diane Dehler

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Diane Dehler is an American poet known for her
postmodern lyricism who has been nominated
for a Pushcart Award 2014. 


In a sea of white anemones

I was swimming in a sea
of white anemones,
Whose ivory foam surrounded
me with the tenderness-
gentle hours of a lover.
The frothing ivory interior
of the flower was a white eye.
A perception from which
arose Aphrodite awakening
from the perfume of Alegria.

Leopard

rises straight high
a spirit wind, winged
beast awakened
instinct.
Poised on a cliff’s
steep jutting edge
with sharp claws
as pink as dawn.
Embodied writing, the
pale of me and your
molten leopard flesh.
Hot breath of all desire
splattered with pattern
Of wild rosettes.
A stealthy approach
sly leopard licks salt
of my flesh, feeding
On my sheer wild
nakedness — bleeding
creation all over me.
Solitude of a leopard
joins passion.

http://munyori.org/poems-by-diane-dehler/

Thursday, December 05, 2013

Vermeer's Eyes by Diane Dehler



Vermeer’s Eyes

Vermeer’s eyes
given to her.
A girl with a pearl and more,
sky transparent… his voluminous
heart.

Passion spires…star streaks.

All the luminous.
All the first moment.
A girl caught in a weave of
possibility.

Fata Morgana.

Diane Dehler



http://www.theapplicant.org/site/2013/12/01/vermeers-eyes/ http://www.theapplicant.org/site/


Monday, November 25, 2013

After Girl With a Pearl, said Princess Haiku


Pearl Incantare

November 25, 2013 at 9:43am






Her luminescence is an island of white slumber.
The girl believes pathos is a river that runs a course through stars.

I enter this painting, bring “I” to a place of sleep. Eyelids of the sky vanish. Eyes are the pearl.
She is dressed in lapis lazuli blue.

A flow of vulnerability floods the self.  She is me. You are her. 

Secrets of our nature are revealed in her gaze.
The museum guard is unaware that I have unhooked the painting from history.

Slipped it slowly from the wall and hidden it in my soul.
She becomes a poem from my silence to a petal.

Flora fauna self, spring of all seasons.
Girl with the Pearl.

Johannes Vermeer, the sphinx of Delft was a magician
who conjured innocence:

Girl With A Pearl.

A pearl in her mouth.
Pearl teeth of the dream.
A petal, unpetaled from the flower of the fruit.

Poetry written with ultramarine ink etched into pale flesh.
Girl with a pearl, how she possesses me.

Diane Dehler


Published in Pirene's Fountain, November, 2013

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Children of the Poppy, nominated for a Pushcart Award 2014




Children of the Poppy

A small boy abandoned on a freeway,
intersection Hades/five miles Hell/next exit.
Morning sun does not breathe on this child.
Children of the Poppy: some stolen some 
abandoned, some dead.

Midnight on its toes, promise of a surge 
greater than self.  An offertory bless the
vein that craves for death is dark and nods
a dreamy head.  A wicked refrain complete 
with jail cell strip search overdose.  

An image of four young comrades poised 
while waiting, and the little one only eleven 
can’t hold up his head. The others make the 
finger while humming alive with pulsing
night hour jazz.  

Ruined children stained teeth shattered heart, 
History purges them. Plastic bag snaps open, 
knife chops & some wine some die some fix. 
Chance holds the Queen of Hearts under an 
abandoned indigo sky.

Diane Dehler @ 2013