Poems of Welkin Siskin: Series 6
Welkin Siskin lives in Seattle, Washington. He is the poet of varied nature, who writes on various themes. Poetry for him is the healing ointment of a heart destitute of vision.
He believes that poetry is the play of words, the change of verbs into nouns; the game of words surging through the heart's inside.
His poetry is the yearning for freedom, love, life, and the expression of the Nature that adorns the Universe- the mysterious eternity of the Infinite.
Welkin Siskin
Washington, America
1.
To Think Further
The time has come
That love be universal
Put together as humanity
To let us undergo oneness.
The time has come
To feel love as a revelation
From the core of the heart
To stand as one people
To cast aside all that comes
As a stumbling block
To unlock the door of universal consciousness
To subdue hate—
rants, bullying, harnessing
Or intimidating.
The time has come to feel
What’s unfelt—the love
Of entire whole—
the entire sentient beings.
2.
Many Wishes
Every alternate moment
Do we wish to leap forward
To the belt of delight,
A heaven of light
And a Phoenix of perfection.
But this is life—
To be left with wishes and wants
And to never be at the cutting age
of civilization—
A civilization of a perfect nature,
Where things are settled down without wishes
And where ends are met,
Where we come closer to the socket
Of our eyes’ sights.
3.
Deforestation
There is no glade
And no open plains to play.
There is no beauty as it used to be.
There is no garden and the vase.
What has our actions displayed,
It is panicking for you and me.
The meadow lands alone lie flat,
And the picnic fields too often felt
The birds do though dart
In its sky;
where has gone such beauteous, eco free belt?
4.
As the Nature Unfolds, So Do the Light
As the dawn wore on
And the glades replete with dews rise on
And the day awakens with the dark
And the songs of the lark
To beauteously fill the aura
I discover light
Left long, lost in the silence
With a tinge of what’s pure and sublime.
5.
Seeking the Essence
Each one of us is seeking—
looking for beauty, fame and affluence
that this life want to grip
And a shelter upon which the physical and the spiritual lean.
What could this life grip
And where could it lean
And if thus in gripping and leaning
It won’t find peace of heart
How could this life satiate and delight in
In the constructions of the mind?
For mind is the final dictate of all actions.
6.
Life Fades out As Beauty, As Ugliness.
Behold!
as the skyline subsides
In the billow of clouds,
As the dark swamps
In the last phase of twilight,
As what’s childhood becomes a memory,
As teenage turning into nightmare,
As metamorphosing of youth,
As what’s beautiful fades out,
Like those things do fizzles out
the beauty of life.
7.
Darkness
Darkness are of many forms—
Colored with white, pink, red and blue.
a loss of vim and vigor—one—a lost of light another.
And it presents itself to me,
In this deep of the nights,
engulfed by darkness,
that LIGHT should supersedes
the dark,
break into pieces, and engulf like
the lamp engulfing moths.