Whirling Dervish

 Grand Bazaar-
with Dar

 Kapali Çarsi

(photo by Jack)

Whirling Dervish

We could not resist the Persian

Boy his black Boss socks in hand

Tight at the edge of the bustling

Grand Bazaar of Istanbul

We bought from him five pairs

We had with us the fragrance of morning

Gardens rooms of jewels of the sublime

Hagia Sophia gold mosaics the perfection of the

Dome of the Blue Mosque none more exotic

Than this boy's eyes

How could I not notice your

Eye on him not imagine you

There on the Persian prayer rug

Tasting with him Pistachios

From our Whirling Dervish bowl

--Jack 10/30/'09

Sonnet to Leander

Photo of the painting from Wikimedia:

http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Theodor_von_Holst_Hero_and_Leander.jpg


Leander
 

You are the swimmer drowning in sweet love 
Women carry to the tower your torch

Bearded men seek out your white innocence
Pale as the blessed shoulder of Pelops
Your moisture is the elixir they desire
The sight of your bold dive sets them on fire
With your eye looking toward the tower
Where Bright Hero in anticipation

Awaits the naked hour of your embrace

You feel another's touch upon your flesh
You let his wanton wave wash over you

You sink into a swoon beneath the sea
Who would climb the steep steps of mortal love

Who has felt the warm wet caress of god

Jack 10/24/'09 

Mishima

Pantheon

my photograph














Mishima

Who was it heard who understood

Within the harmonies of Mishima

By Philip Glass were the melodies of

Erik Satie

Piano and string quartet

Transport me to enticing Maya Sabha

Memory

Madeleines of Proust sweet and bitter

Every sunbeam moment through the
Window 
Holds potential for another note a

Sound to rend the heart

Joy in the encounter of a new soul in the 

Pantheon where enters such a column of light

Raphael rises from his rest

Hadrian embraces Antinoos

How is it on this cold sun filled day

How is it there is music in my long lived life

How is it in this period of adjustment

That the strike of a piano

Key
The soft friction of a violin
Are fine Sebastian's arrows

Mishima's ecstatic sword entering my flesh

Jack-- 10/18/'09

Silence

In Eclipse

It was when I met her
Your grandmother
That I knew you loved me
For you were as proud of me
As she of you


It was a simple day in Tennessee
A cookout for family
Yet I knew this was no
Ordinary gathering
It was your declaration


Now twenty years on
Your grandmother gone
You make no declaration at all
There is only
Absence

Once more I see the tide go out
Watch the full moon wane
Our lunar cycles spin in vain
Yet Zones of Totality dark as night
Must yield the sun again


--Jack Miller,  fall '09

wolf

Image from Wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:GermanWoodcut1722.jpg

  

Wolf

Another full moon

You are out gone

Into the deep night

Flesh hunting

You would not devour

Me

I am not your prey tonight

Fresh blood

You desire under the full

Moon

While I slumber in a nightmare

Full of my werewolf