Showing posts with label saltwater. Show all posts
Showing posts with label saltwater. Show all posts

Thursday, May 21, 2015

I come bearing water


I need not see to believe-
this presence of Ganymede.
We were led to learn,
our blue planet Earth-
was alone soaking in saltwater.

But you showed yourself-
Ganymede.

I rose early too, like those stargazers,
eager to see what they wanted us to believe
was a Blood Moon-
but she was just blushing,
rosy from her fullness.

Like Eos at Dawn,
there you were again,
in the company of dead poets,
attending the school of contemplation.

Rising first, in rings around dreams,
taking lullaby swings, at gravity-
Who thinks nobody is looking-
thirsting for Truth.

Fixing the future, diving into their divinity,
stuck swimming in the stars;
unable to reconcile, to beguile or even manage
a simple smile to reconcile but choose denial,
Ganymede.

Composed 5/21/15.

Image By NASA/JPL (http://photojournal.jpl.nasa.gov/catalog/PIA02278) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Ganymede from Voyager 1, March 1979.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Fish & Chips


There are many fish in the sea
but none exactly quite like me
Not one true carbon copy.
No nanotech cloning imagery.

Our markings are masterfully made
schooled in survival, games well played
decisions and debts to be made, repaid
resoled, rebooted,

eyes on tails
follow ink splotched surging trails
dreaming afloat where freedom sails.

Migrating maps pre-installed, recalled
streams of consciousness, or so-called
evolution, defragging currently stalled
in sleep-state.

Compress and refract by
blue chip, red chip, intelli-chip hacked,
flowing, downloading, backing-up tracts
for holograms in fact-

particulate of calcium carbonate,
brackish, choking, saline tracing, mineral state.
Four-going feets and fins of fate
sedated intoxicated waste-

carried along ripping liquid lies enmeshed in
holy nets, trawling along with severed ties and
anchored ambivalently under horizontal blue skies
and producing the Lowest Common Diatom

there can Be with so much salt. 


Composed 3/14/15.

Image of painting by Herbert James Draper (1910) "Flying fish" [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.






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