Three Poems by Stephen Philip Druce

 

THE GOLDEN FLOWER

Let the blue mountain slide,

to the pink snow abyss,

let the green city hide

from the burgundy mist,

let the copper creature wither

in an oil painting splatter,

give the new crimson river

for the silver sky to scatter,

let the violet tree tumble

in a turquoise dissolve,

let the yellow hill crumble

in a ruby moon fold,

let the purple sun sear,

let the orange lake drain,

take the red rainbow spear,

lance the cherry forest flame,

chase the claret rain away,

sink the lilac in the sea,

let the amber cloud decay

but let the golden flower be.

THE FIX

Oh what a drag,

to be a perfect

duplicate of two,

burdened with all

the characteristics

of our makers, we are

struck down with their

every trait for our

precise imitation,

once the fresh

dewy offspring shoots

in the new wind, we

rose from the good earth

as one-off hopefuls,

the first day of spring -

"damn!, I'm turning

into my mother!"

shrieked one,

"I'm turning into

my father!"

shrieked another,

"We didn't bloom

unique, we're all copies!"

chanted the endless sea

of petals, washed away

by their own tears,

true, we are our makers,

what we do,

and the way

we do it,

every detail,

passed down,

traced back,

and nobody ever

broke the mold,

never a break,

we're all sentenced

to the same fate and

there is no escape,

that's the fix,

so think twice before

you roll the dice.

THE POWER OF THE ORDINARY

Don't get too 

crazy out there,

the crazy will

attract the crazy

like blood to a shark, 

so be careful 

when you dance 

in the moonlight,

leave your shadow

as bait and run,

the crazy can detect

crazy thoughts in

others so don't thrash

your crazy ideas around,

keep a straight 

line on the radar,

don't engage,

once acquainted

the crazy will try

to match your madness,

overshadow it,

compete against it,

use the power

of the ordinary,

unable to latch on

to the ordinary action,

the ordinary person,

the ordinary conversation,

the crazy will retreat

into dark waters,

do not discuss

the extraordinary 

with the crazy,

don't talk

philosophy.

the arts,

eastern mysticism,

Greek mythology,

the expansion of

consciousness,

the big bang,

this will attract

the crazy like

blood to a shark,

they'll study you

from afar,

circle you

again and again,

until it's time,

time to rip you

to pieces,

so don't get too

crazy out there.

Stephen Philip Druce - Is a fifty eight year old poet from Shrewsbury in the UK. His poems are planet based. They describe the events that take place on the planets that exist in his imagination. His work has been published in the UK, India, Canada and the USA. He has written for London theatre plays and BBC Radio 4 Extra.