“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label perseverance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perseverance. Show all posts
Friday, June 10, 2016
What does it take (Hi-Q)
Why remind them Why?
Perseverance requires
more than one person.
Painting by August Macke, c. 1913 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Inventing opportunity
One day I'll make it.
I don't know what-but it will be good!
And
It will work-
all-It-self-out.
Making music together…
Hanging little notes on harmony…
It will sound like Peace.
And it will be the perfect
Temperate, the good-kind-
all-ways, Eden…
Forgive me, I was distracted There
Where was I?
You are Here needing a new map-
or the cartographers tools-precise
positively exacting.
Anyway-
It will have wide double swinging,
doors of Opportunity-
permitting construction,
as I grow.
Blowing the tops off,
ripping off the roof to show how,
echoes only repeat mistakes
little people inside steeples.
Been there.
Without time for interior decorating or renovating-
just focus on the façade.
Inside is where it is, where is dwells-
I can move it-if I only knew
what it used to look like…
It is not finished-yet.
You see, I may never Be.
I'm missing a piece-
or more.
And
I forgot which door I was looking for.
Locked up next to Remember and Remorse,
one is painted Amber and the other Aquamarine.
And
after knocking all around I found-
Today was the day,
I was forgetful enough
to Fail.
Composed 4/23/15.
I don't know what-but it will be good!
And
It will work-
all-It-self-out.
Making music together…
Hanging little notes on harmony…
It will sound like Peace.
And it will be the perfect
Temperate, the good-kind-
all-ways, Eden…
Forgive me, I was distracted There
Where was I?
You are Here needing a new map-
or the cartographers tools-precise
positively exacting.
Anyway-
It will have wide double swinging,
doors of Opportunity-
permitting construction,
as I grow.
Blowing the tops off,
ripping off the roof to show how,
echoes only repeat mistakes
little people inside steeples.
Been there.
Without time for interior decorating or renovating-
just focus on the façade.
Inside is where it is, where is dwells-
I can move it-if I only knew
what it used to look like…
It is not finished-yet.
You see, I may never Be.
I'm missing a piece-
or more.
And
I forgot which door I was looking for.
Locked up next to Remember and Remorse,
one is painted Amber and the other Aquamarine.
And
after knocking all around I found-
Today was the day,
I was forgetful enough
to Fail.
Composed 4/23/15.
Image of Frederick Collins, Inventor, pictured with a "wireless telephony device" circa 1904.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Lip sticks and stones
The way my name sits in your mouth, at least, you want it to. The 'a' hanging an ellipses on the sound waves. The rattling of conso...
-
A year ago this May, in fact, upon this same very grey day- something came over me I found could say, in no other way but to portray, ...
-
Natures touch is both gentle and fierce. Homo sapiens trample on her back. The thick skin impossible to pierce. So...
-
Failure is all the rage these days. I have been practicing, and I understand the rage. Someone said that melancholy is tragedy handled well....

