B. Sven Telander


Port Variance - Poem by B. Sven Telander

Pagan naked among a dying hunt,
behind a darkling sphere,
Encased with a paradox
of primal fault, replete
with supine gargoyles of threat
and defeat; so tender a fall, so
damaging a collision,
broken, shattered, dust, and atoms.

Predatorial intent with
Carnivorous motive,
torsion of events, a sequential
mausoleum of moments, chartered
terrestrials of time, loose loops of
non-linear membranes and matrices
captivating oracles through
miracles of plunder.

Blackest blaze of night pirouettes
with opening flame of morn, plague worm
tempests and ravaging harvests terrace
a descending ultimatum: can one relinquish
the quest and accept the scepter of a simple
way and continue to claw for strange bouquet
given with a tickle of fear and see a shrinking
puddle in what had been an ocean of regret?

Topic(s) of this poem: thought, time

Form: Epistle


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015



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