Saturday, February 6, 2016

Linger to hear you near


I am
listen-
in
g
hiding
in the music
tapping
my shoulder
blade behind me
down
the hall
jumping out
at the antique
store
always
waiting
buried in a book
obscure
wrapping up
in warm words
under
lines

Cannons
re-loaded
taking the heat
under
fire-
gun to temple
questioning
fore-
head
drops
(off...)
taking it all
in
I am
listen-
in
g
for
you.



Image by Ferdinand Leeke (1859-1937)[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Bottomless Pit


Always Yessss
Giving of yourself fills
instead of empties

Time is precious
Time doesn't matter
We have forever
We only have this 
moment

Your presence comforts
and tucks in loose ends
When you think you cannot
utter how much
it doubles

It is violent sometimes
passionate always
lights a higher wattage
elevates skin, tactile
and smell, enhanced
breath and glance

Always withdrawing
never replenishing
It demands One
greater power
at all times

It crushes the other under
its obligation
slithers into shoulds
inconcertina locomotion
nestled in your snaky needs
a serpentine fork
Loves anivenom

Consumes more than
its out weight in
carniverous ways
of sanssss sssseriffssss
charmed by the cold-blooded
constriction of I love you
insatiably




Image By NASA / Jet Propulsion Laboratory / University of Arizona [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Descripton Details English: "Dark pits on some of the Martian volcanoes have been speculated to be entrances into caves. A previous HiRISE image, looking essentially straight down, saw only darkness in this pit. This time the pit was imaged from the west. Since the picture was taken at about 2:30 p.m. local (Mars) time, the sun was also shining from the west. We can now see the eastern wall of the pit catching the sunlight.

Scapeland


Limited by a point
in view
doesn't mean there are no
obvious clues sticking out.
We have a nose
for things
that reek
and ears to hear
when something rings true.

The horizon made crisp
by Januarys cold shoulder
brittle colors crack
under depth perception
all is in arcs
electrically
carried through thick-
space, this line is drawn
between the backdrop mountains
painted over the sky-aglow
colors like no others
demonstrating distance
with tonality.
-hummmmm-

Light blurred into white
sights set on time-lapse
of the tidal motion
we may be slow to know
the ripple can re-ripple
reacting unpredictable
but then, this happens
when we don't wave back.




Image By Rowan, Dick, Photographer (NARA record: 2406259) (U.S. National Archives and Records Administration) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Fragmentary figures


crystal eyes
Dis guys
thin and Lethe
soak and sponge
pour us
poor us
more
moor
aqua vita
vita nuova
amor fati
mere our
mirror
image 
Imagine

Imagine
image
mirror
mere our
amor fati
vita nuova
moor
more
poor us
pour us
soak and sponge
thin and Lethe
Dis guys
crystal eyes.




Image of painting by Paul Klee [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, Crystal Gradation, 1921.


Writing a Rebus


Poetry is where
we put words near each other
Pretty-true or not.











Image by Périclès Pantazis, 1884 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

A Sea of Soles (Haiku)


Learn to (not) look, (not)
see the mirror refracting
the shape of our soul. 




Image of painting by Paulus Moreelse, c. 1632 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

The Son in a murmuration


Enunciate so I may extricate exact meaning,
To take shape, elucidate and translate
When you mumble, I fumble for accurate definition
What is the intention of your failure to mention directly
what you intend to convey, or say
about the beats of the bush.
Please pronounce each phonetic
instead of mumbling so humble when
a mutter means so much more
than a stutter,
but is still much softer than a stammer.
Write bigger so I can see you better.
I cannot stand on the shaky wavering scrawls
that angle consonants at a lilt
and hangs on a high note, I cannot reach
the top hat beat, picking up your
rote rhythm, a murmur,
a murmur
doesn't go so well
a murmuring swell
a murmur-oh hell,
a murmur in his heavy heart
explains the interrupted pace
saving face, not wasting words
a murmuring beats to another drum
thumping and pumping your wings,
I hear you, loud and clear.




Image by Walter Baxter of starling murmuration taken 11/11[CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.

Gravitas

For every poem I put here, there are four more never shared, around six never written and twenty-seven partially thought out. For every word...