“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Just a moment
Have you ever read a quote
that struck a certain note?
Or seen an incredible and baffling painting
That boggles your mind to near fainting?
Have you heard that song they redundantly play on the radio,
hasten to hearken-it's about something that happened to you...
Even when a dusty filed away book
Is about your life, once you look...
Preserved in frozen magical moments like these
picturesquely public are life's encrypted pleasantries.
For you cannot share
what was always there
nor would anyone care
about your internal affair
Melodious muted moments
When words won't work
silence sounds sweet.
Image of painting by Albert Joseph Moore(1848-1893) "Seashells", [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Saturday, February 7, 2015
The value of depreciation
Deny that we are better whole
For love is loss! Sacrifice is loss!
All the giving takes its' toll,
gambling on return, a coin of toss.
Tho' loves worth the investment-
it does yield a return.
Albeit, a candied sentiment
made of sweet words we learn.
O how do we know its true,
Not counterfeit in kind?
All love that 'tis shiny and new
in growing time goes blind.
For spotting true love there are no glasses,
But lo when you're not e'en looking, that love surely passes!
Image Published by D. McKay, Philadelphia (http://archive.org/details/talesfromshakesp00lamb3) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. "Tales from Shakespeare" by Charles and Mary Lamb, 1922.
*Inspired by Shakespeare, 1564-1616 (who isn't?) "Sonnet 116"
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Terra Firma
And the hills give up on the valleys
The palette mixed of mud and will
With wanton erosion to appease
Nothing one can keep for good
All things betrothed by buried Earth
In all trees being equal to wood
Why the emeritus mirth?
See the mounds abound the domain
And the offspring shoots rise above
No human souls whole may remain
If which no one should love
And take notice of roots strangled in fear
And the green lights trying to escape
What could grow without a drop of tear
If the soil won't stay in shape?
*Inspired by "Love's Philosophy" by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
Image By U.S. Forest Service ([Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Elkhorn Mountains, Oregon.
Image By U.S. Forest Service ([Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Elkhorn Mountains, Oregon.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Skipping Serendipity
Some glide along a smooth path
floating along without mirrors or water
under the masted will of breezy air
while Destiny draws closer
Some notice themselves in shadows
outlining the mark of forward and aft
while Destiny draws closer
starboard, a siren caught your name
Some feel their own gravity pulling
while Destiny draws closer
plunging its authoritative weight
swayed by promising warm fronts
While destiny draws closer
taken in trickles and torrents still
Some remain lost at sea, adrift
serendipity filling the mast.
Image by John William Waterhouse (1849-1917) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
The Silent Tree-ment
With our thunderous steps upon ground
perishing hallow
Let us linger for a quiet moment
over limb
Listen for its silent snap
muffled honeyed sap
Blankets of moss penetrate porous barks
patching poultice
This very today falls
branches in the woods
Seeds are sown
ideas gurgle and churn
The creatures take notice of our
sharp curiosity
In shadows and secrets
of fallen forests
The conductor waves his wand
all sounds obey.
Composed 1/31/15.
Image By Miaow Miaow (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Partly Moony
Do you ever notice the moon
still up
when the sun is out?
It's almost as if
we jumped ship
or planets rather...
Did you know that the planets are all considered to Be
“Heavenly Bodies"
-despite being Full and Round: Misshapen and Edgy?
Do you think la Luna is ever jealous
of our mesmerization and infatuation
in sunrises and sunsets: the ominous, important, Solar Eclipse?
(forgot to foretell) I wonder why don't we start at night
(dark abuzz) I wonder why not, awake from dark till dawn?
(too much fun) ‘cuz we'd all burn sleeping in the sun.
We seem to only care, predict, and talk small in our weathered way,
observing her minute phases, all around Helio's plans for the day,
our mandatory compliance-participation-with his lackadaisical display...
Where, O’ where are all the star-crossed
lovers of night, blind with delight
when the moon shines her loveglow, set on spotlight?
“Calling All Attention”
To those not paying attention
when comets wink and fall.
By now, you're waning in care
from obscure sliced crescent ideas
shadowy slivers of shy: you’ve watched these Anonymous nights go by…
Harvest or Blue: Blood or King,
Christened by a haloed ring.
Named the “Lunar Province of Mankind"
as recorded in old Hermetic nocturnal notes.
I noticed the moon in the afternoon stalling
like me, afraid of the dark, of Time,
rapt by the pull of the moon.
Incredible image of the full moon By Jon Sullivan [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
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