Heading art by Robert Fleming

Heading art by Robert Fleming /// Send up to three ghazals on any subject, totaling up to 150 lines in length, in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PST on August 18th. No PDF's please. Color artwork is also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Ghazal Train will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, August 19th between 3 and 5 pm PST.

Monday, August 14, 2023

Patrick Thomas Jeffries

 


DANCING LINE

(Dedicated to CaLokie)

 

Just like poets ink on the page their dancing line

The rage of soldiers on time goose step in a line

 

90 degree angles marching with a power like the poem refined

With geometric precision, as treaties are signed, letters align

 

Observing real experience, subjectively, steals a way to right ignorance of a time

Like Jackie Robinson in Brooklyn Dodger Blue racing down the 3rd base white line

 

Professor Griff’s mad military moves with flair in his red beret in 1989

Public Enemy’s rebellious fists in the air, their “Fight the Power” line

 

From chains broken to Ali’s lightning quick hits, sting like a bee rap rhymes

Wars for peace howling from the hip within the creativity of the Beatnik line

 

Words within the world form universal signs with their own unique design

The way Man aligns with The Divine in cursive writing or the printed line

 

Zen meditations, going within, into the bodhisattva’s Unity of breath in time

The discipline of both the institution and the revolution is always in the line

 

More powerful than breaking down concrete, or flesh, walls that we find ourselves trapped behind

Rearranging the dogmatic through the new kaleidoscope shine of piercing truth in the poetic line

 

How any Tyranny can fall when metaphor traverses the confined freeing the individual mind

Just like the caterpillar transforms, Poetry gives birth to Mankind, the air, in a butterfly’s dancing line  


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