Pinned down

 

...perception is us

not manifest

destiny or dream

boards and images

attached.

Artwork by Anonymous Unknown author, 18th century, in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

Unfinished forms

The turned ankle
at this angle
a jaw line, the hip
parabola evocative of
obtuse angles and petals-
or leaves could be open
to holding light in colors

the movement blends
on the page, the note
hangs on the sheet-

precarious-
ly awaiting harmony
of echoes like blur and hum
where sound escapes crashing
into narrow canals, omitting any
consonants collected in the
folded corners

melt and fade under the sun
goldenrods spearing silver weeds-
maybe shadows will go there
and settle in

to stretching the fibers
into a conversation with object
and subject
interrupted by
chime and shape
to fit in

the picture would never

what it was
only what could be.





Image by John Singer Sargent, Study of Mme Gautreau c. 1884 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Selfie-synthesis

Inevitably, they will wonder how we did it
Survived, in a time like this with the stakes so high
and dwelling so low.
None get out alive anyway.
And perhaps these distractions they will think
occupied us, and we were not really living but playing a part
and pretending living and dying went on as usual
but somehow more incredible or ordinary
since we wore out wonder and shocked ourselves
callous and invincible in some ways temporary and just
passing through. None lived, they only carried on.
#iwashere

Since they will be searching and researching for reasons,
answers, motives, fatalities and appendices, it will be concluded
that there was an absence of unity, a zero, and no symmetry or sense
of All or order like will. It was exposure
of holes, leaks, sparks, rust, unraveling, sputtering and still many
looked away but felt the erosion on their tongue.
It was the wearing and tearing of natural light.
This presumption would be right
for the few who went outside the blue boxes
to capture and view larger than a life.
It became too much to write.

#i-magi-nation






Artwork By Herbert G SCHMALZ (1856 - 1935) (Britain) 'Zenobia's last look on Palmyra' (1888) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Rapid eye movement

It was important to him that he remembered his dream 
so he could tell me-
He remembered his ‘idols’ there, men he looked up to 
from down in the trenches of the real world, 
They were all there,  welcoming, 
they treated him as one of the ‘boys’.

And one of the boys 
gave him a box, a puzzle box which he shook
And some pieces fell out, he felt terrible about it, 
He may have been apologizing to me.

He told me 
how frantically he scoured the floor
So he could solve the puzzle completely 
and please them greatly.

And he did but the pieces came out again and again and I was 
Certain the picture was starting to develop- 
he was dreaming of us.

His father and step-mother while visiting us once, told me about his 
childhood propensity to steal two jigsaw puzzle peices so 
at the end of the day, he could be the One
who finishes.

In the next scene, he was sitting in a room with a low table, 
on a shaggy rug, the puzzle in the box sat atop,
but  he was certain there were still pieces missing 

so he was hesitant to try to put it together
knowing it couldn't be completed.

I asked him if he wasn’t curious to know what the puzzle pictured,
He said it was just a silly dream,

And the missing pieces weren’t the thing about the dream,
it was the idols, he said.

I found it puzzling and pinched myself.  

Image credit By Mennonite Church USA Archives [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.