Lunar Landing

Thē clouds cleared
a hole to see
a place behind beckoning thee

She stares up there
at thē crescent moon
hung on beams
like a porch swing
an empty place
to sit and reflect

on thē
storms that pass over
We see
anew
day
a new way

Thē night will not last
forever
it is already a part of the past

thē lunar light illuminates
All of her shrouded secrets
never
before it dawns
on us
all the while
we slept
we wept
the moon was reflecting

over thee.

Image By NASA of Crescent Earth from our moon in the foreground (http://spaceflight.nasa.gov/gallery/) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Only a child

An Only Child
sounds like
the First Lady
or entitled like
the Prodigal Son.
These are American
moniker things-
names with rings.

Siblings
sounds so simpatico
but No-
As you know,
they do not fit
in one
two syllable word
like peas in a pod
and odd numbers.

Two many people
Tango too close
to call it
Immaculate-yet
they still dance away,
as though they were center stage
and a child is
their understudy.

The Only Child
has a stunt doubles chance
in hell,
They are the fall guy,
which is why
sisters are nuns with a habit and
brothers are bros with a swagger.

Individually sold,
they are marked down
and mislabeled
which happens
to
only 

children.




Image of painting called Siblings2 (1930) by Paul Klee [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Castle: A fortress for thought

There is a monumental metaphor

Castle, it is called.

Fortified by its brick wall,

im-mortal and un-mortared-bits

rectangled pixels and adobe loaves

Stacked smooth and asymmetrical

hump, bump, stump, rumples

a little in the middle

It's shadowed likeness 

stands subversively

asserting its compacted artillery

under pressure, balanced between

weight and state, rectangle for

wreck-tangle.

Look

past the wall

A book 

mistook 

A meta for

its frontispiece

Building Blocks by Blake

A fortress for thought. 

This poem was composed with the image of the art exhibit created by Jorge Mendez Blake called 'Castle' where a wall of bricks visually demonstrates the effect of a single book, in this piece the book utilized was of course, Castle by F. Kafka.

Image By Otoomet, Alūksne Castle, remains of the eastern wall of the convent building, from inside. (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Pry-mordial

Where I have been
Distracted, reactive, cantankerous, aloof
or Icy
I am stuck-hear-the-dis-jointed-inter-up-
ted propositions, twisted and wrenched
all wrong
In-
side-
re-flective, remembering, re-mind-ing
all the while pointing
else-where
I have seen
annihilation
and simply tried to copy-carbon-to smoky
mirrors-crystal-
eyes
fractured sensical seeking more meaning
where I
conserve which is absorb
nothing and all mergers of mass
swallowed hole,
spinning in-
ward In
It-self-full
starring
celest-
ial
hear
I
am
cen-trip-et-al(l)
condensed
at the core
until semblance is no more
protracted, re-fracted-de-
toured
where I am lost
a-
gain.
This is only a distant memory.



Image By X-Ray (blue): NASA / CXC / D. Hudson, T. Reiprich et al. (AIfA); Radio (pink): NRAO / VLA/ NRL (http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap100314.html) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Info: "What's happening in the middle of this massive galaxy? There, two bright sources at the center of this composite x-ray (blue)/radio (pink) image are thought to be co-orbiting supermassive black holes powering the giant radio source 3C 75. Surrounded by multimillion degree x-ray emitting gas, and blasting out jets of relativistic particles the supermassive black holes are separated by 25,000 light-years. At the cores of two merging galaxies in the Abell 400 galaxy cluster they are some 300 million light-years away. Astronomers conclude that these two supermassive black holes are bound together by gravity in a binary system in part because the jets' consistent swept back appearance is most likely due to their common motion as they speed through the hot cluster gas at 1200 kilometers per second. Such spectacular cosmic mergers are thought to be common in crowded galaxy cluster environments in the distant universe. In their final stages the mergers are expected to be intense sources of gravitational waves."Source-Wikimedia above. 

We Sea Trees

Caressing her steam from the trunk

Hugging her clouds from her crown

The heart blood is trapped in sap

Awash in the beams, lasers of light
through veins of amber rings

Slice the pillared shadows

Spraying musk that bursts
bark rust forth,
settling for dew
likewise, hanging on
to every loose end.

She breathes you in

as you pass

A sapling too slight

to care whose airs

of mutual aqueous

evanescence is about them

re-membered reaching
and thirsting for the light
to rein down atop our crowns.

Photo of Redwoods By NPS Photo [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Whaling the Friendly Seas

When it is clear-
                          ly right or wrong
We say it is-
                          black and white
Which means-
                          not both.

How can we be
                         both friend
and enemy
to our life bearing sea-
at the same time-
                          we are not both
but pretend
there's been no crime
committed
                          revenge goes unrequited.

And without captive breeding allowed anymore-
without cetacean sex-what has he to live for?

He thinks,
hope sinks.

Twenty calves sired
and an erect dorsal was all he ever desired.
At just thirty-five years old
a mere half-way, we're told
he's tired of sharing our air,
letting humans stare,
and dining on dead fish fare.
He's had enough-
living in a bathtub is rough.

Infected lungs with fatal bacterial growth
-we gave him both.
A souvenir
of our mortal fear.

It is black and white,
he has no friends or reason to fight.
Tilikum will die wrongly for our right
to take
and make
slaves of threats
(whales are not pets).
The killing goes both ways
until the last dying blows of Tilikum's days.

Orca playing with an iceball, Photo by Robert L. Pitman [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Top image By Allen Shimada NOAA/NMFS/OST/AMD (NOAA Photolib Library) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

"With a name meaning friend in Chinook, killer whale Tilikum was captured near Iceland in November 1983 at around two years of age. By Martin Evans. 9:41AM GMT 26 Feb 2010. At 22 feet 6 inches long and weighing in at 12,300 pounds he is the largest orca in captivity."Feb 26, 2010

A musical mosaic of lyrical landscapes

If you ask a sound painter

to drawn you a rhyme,

he will enchant you

not by the tone or the line:

but with an audible harmony,

a scenic serendipity,

a symbiosis in the sound

of quietude...

Lost in the paragon of verisimilitude 

With his wand weaves colors that blend 

images that transcend

before your nacreous eyes

here art lies

behind smoke and mirrors

is the image of the looker

You see

all is not fantasy.

You see

if you get a chance 

to harken a glance

you will see 

a song of poetry. 

Image of painting by Christen Købke of the Danish landscape painter Frederik Sødring[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.