Shape Poem

I know I said no photos but I can't type or cut and past this - click on it to enlarge and read it.

WRM

Omar Khayam

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.

( First verse of The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayam - Fitzgerald translation)

Hyacinth

Small, dirty, wizened
Playing dead
As and odorless
Onion

Buried just so deep
Like a trap
Waiting for Spring
To wander by.

With the overture
Of temperature. moisture
and Sunshine hours
The curtain rises

Green dancers silently
Set a stage on brown earth
Prima ballerinas enter
Colorful ephemeral

To lure any remaining
reluctants the finale
Pervades beyond the theatre
The smell of sexual seduction

Luring to intimate places
Insect and animal
Confidence born of experience
back to the same unlit bulb.

(WRM)