Recognition

 

You're a lady so

your scorn

rains Aqua Regia

On me,

Slices channels of

Rejection down my skin,

Carves your indifference on

My soul.

 

I know the sun will

Shine again

When you cast a

smile my way;

The scars will

Heal over the days of

despair and dejection.

Only cognizant compatriots will

Know these markers,

Nod, touch the brims of

their caps

In recognition.

Punctuated Poetry

(Appeared as a response to a comment in the online Zest Poetry group)

 

A full-stop (or, parenthetically, a period in American parlance)
 is not the only mark of punctuation, dear poet;
 lest it incur the wrath of running afoul of syntax,
 commas and colons also give respite under the banyan tree 
 to a sentence running on in hot pursuit of a quest for eternity --
 not to mention a dash or two of cardamom to awaken the aroma
 for one's enhanced appreciation of the feast of words being
 carried on trays
 through a crowded cafe, and,
 if the sentence doesn't come to a full-stop,
 how can it not drown out, with its huffing and puffing,
 the doubts about its endeavors or the encouragement of its
 friends and neighbors with questions and exclamations of their own
 to interject and exclaim and, yet,
 not come to a full stop?!
 
Gee whiz! Did it make sense that one could end where one
started, perhaps, explaining that eternity is a process of coming full
circle?
 
In any case, doesn't a sentence that is active by its "wish" but
passive by "being continued" in a conundrum about its voice and
place in life, confused and invoking the spirit of Hamlet? To be or
not to be -- active or passive?
 
 Discuss!