“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Showing posts with label good. Show all posts
Sunday, March 31, 2019
soft-ness
It was not evident
at first
how special it was
to Be
good.
I said soft
and meant
landing.
The cats saw
around me
and fixated themselves
under each of my most careful
footfalls,
short of floating
they weave comfortably
vibrating.
The hummingbird
held himself back
from resting
atop my crown,
settling instead
for a golden thread,
with a tip
of nectar.
I reached inside
my treasure box
and felt
enjoyment
in my collection
and it was greater
than my own
goodness gracious
to hold on to softly.
Photo credited by Francisco EnrĂquez, 2001 [Public domain].
Saturday, December 10, 2016
Stroke by Genius
What changed you, are there some credits
you should roll?
Was it James or Pablo that altered Steins view,
smartly, she said Henry, but we see reality by Picasso,
who chose distance to close in his view,
making imagery true
deftly in paint and tone and on monotone, she drones on
in her oboe wind; Williams drinks down the Dionysus wine,
loose lipped, they slur together...same tune,
sung the wrong song.
Was there a moment you became you?
Who was there claiming responsibility for all
that you are, you are, yoar, no more non-sense,
blaspheme by contest, in jest, we protest and
already we have infested
too much to undo, not saying enough, playing tough
and rugged,
this is New, as good as-gold-as good as dead, and it was
Good.
Where sparks once flew, the artist extinguishes with
billows of blue, it will turn-.-
Image credit By Wide World Photos [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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