Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

THREE LEMONS

I.
A man and a woman
Are a silence, a waiting.
A man and a woman and three lemons
Are a silence, a waiting.

II.
Assumptions
Unchecked, can bear
Their own tart fruit.

III.
An apology
Can take any shape
In the garden of the mind.

IV.
So many things
Can follow from
A yellow ellipsis.

V.
The tree in the yard
Never once thought of him or her
As its Meyers grew among the green leaves.

VI.
Sometimes fruit,
Bitter or not,
Is just fruit.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

VAPORS  

The rains come, the rivers flood.
Birds rise from the reeds.
Calves lick their tails.
Arteries pump their blood.
Every tongue has its blessing.
And somewhere in the night
the word aphrodisiac evaporates
within the sound of itself.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

THE THRONE

The realm is but an orphanage
if the throne has no king.

The archer will lose his aim
if the throne has no king.

The songs will have no Solomon
if the throne has no king.

Archetypes will echo empty
if the throne has no king.

Magicians, Warriors, Lovers,
command the Man to keep his seat.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

THE CURATOR

If the gallery was a garden
and trust was its painters
and amazement was the grand curator,
then Art would be the seeing
not the hue and the stroke.