Sunday, August 28, 2016

Arts and crafts


Poets are stars
as many as the naked eye can make out
or point to
and mean precisely
nowhere specific.
Dr. Suess and crafts,
black construction paper and a poker,
make poetry for kids.
Now hold the holy black sheet
up to the light,
and see-
starry night
Today, and
as many poets as the paper will hold holes.
We cannot focus on the ones that fell,
but they do catch your eye
in real time.
It is no wonder no new ones
have ever been found.


Painting (oil on canvas) by Edwin Blashfield, 1927 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Oh-Neg


Leeching was done to draw out the bad blood.
And miraculously, we could be
drained nearly completely
while still
denying death
with the proper tools.

In precise implements like these;
pens and needles,
probe and penetrate
the surface, thus
it is most succinctly the human touch
that feels
a pulsing flow of ink
throbbing at the tips, and a
rush and steady flow
that gushes, drips and runs on
to remind
the patient
how to heal a hemorrhaging
or from a tainted transfusion of bad blood.




Image by Abraham Janssens [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Pond(ering) growth


If I am doing it wrong
how does anything change?
If I don't have what it takes-
what do I have?
If I fail
how will I know?
If it was supposed to go this way-
who made the agenda?
If it was all for
bowel movements and humor,
should I have laughed more?
If letting go takes practice,
why fall in love?
If I could never be good enough,
should I be becoming
increasingly imperfect?
If I need more
I should be content with less.
If I am to be trusted-
it must be said this way.
If I am wrong
which is the write way...



Painting by Monet (1877) Pond at Montgeron, [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

She's so shy


(Come) Back, back, back
             She beckons-
softly at first,
             Something is missing-
volume.

(With) A tint of  spilt light,
           with a whisper of consonance
striking a surface-
She has moved out
                                      from behind
the clouded periwinkle glass.

A lady is demure,
all chiffon and lace,
privacy knits her crochet brow
                               in her taciturn phase,
observing us too late and long...

(Where) She moved windows-
(knowing we would never peek there)
              She'd had enough-
                              leaving us
in the dark
(Again) To feel our way
Back, back, back
               where night shadows lie
(cheating the sun,
and stealing the superfluous
beams and streams in arrays).

She will give it all back-
Remember (when)
She's had her way
(With) keeping you
in midnight wake.




Painting By Helen Allingham (1848 - 1926) (The Bridgeman Art Library, Object 283763) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Familia(r)


He wrote the same book
no ones' words he took.
She sang the same song,
with the lyrics all wrong.
They were called the same thing-
in a new context.
The same color was never used
twice, naturally-
charmed by the third time,
we finally got it
-together-
before we forget
how it all fit...
Some-thing gives...
Some-one takes a chance
risking no-thing
new a-gain.



Painting by Albert Edelfelt, At the Door (1901) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Tangled


Second attempts do not require as much effort as first tries.
Thirds are not charms or wheels.
We have all tried to glue back together a broken
relationship, shattered heart
and found the seal wont hold water,
err go-blood must be thicker.
And if string theory pulls through,
we will never undo
these tangled webs we are weaving,
and worse-believing.
Staying connected and on top of,
is anything but breaking free or standing
on your own ground.
We all know that replaying past episodes
does not require a live audience.
Who rote these lines
that we know by heart?
And which is my part?
We can always re-adapt the story line, besides
history is always true in monologues.

Improvisation is life or death. Kill it with kindness lest
the ripple effect, or butterfly analogy
works with wind and waves impartially.
It is really more of the same, unwinding our twisted terrain,
re-threading disconnecting together.
Picking up pieces or carcasses
Unraveling all
that we are knot.




Image credit By NASA/JPL-Caltech/University of Arizona [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Image detail info:
English: This view of Jupiter’s moon Europa features several regional-resolution mosaics overlaid on a lower resolution global view for context. The regional views were obtained during several different flybys of the moon by NASA's Galileo mission, and they stretch from high northern to high southern latitudes. Prominent here are the long, arcuate (or arc-shaped) and linear markings called lineae (Latin for strings or threads), which are a signature feature of Europa’s surface. Color saturation has been enhanced to bring out the subtle red coloration present along many of the lineae. The color data extends into the infrared, showing bluish ice (indicating larger ice grains) in the polar regions. The terrain in this view stretches from the side of Europa that always trails in its orbit at left (west), to the side that faces away from Jupiter at right (east). In addition to the lineae, the regional-scale images contain many interesting features, including lenticulae (small spots), chaos terrain, maculae (large spots), and the unusual bright band known as Agenor Linea in the south. This view is an orthographic projection centered on 5.53 degrees south latitude, 214.5 degrees west longitude and has a resolution of 1,600 feet (500 meters) per pixel. An orthographic view is like the view seen by a distant observer looking through a telescope. The mosaic was constructed from individual images obtained by the Solid State Imaging (SSI) system on NASA's Galileo spacecraft during six flybys of Europa between 1996 and 1999 (flybys designated G1, E11, E14, E15, E17, and E19). Date 25 February 2013, 17:55:34

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

NoFilter


One of the very first words I remember
that made my tongue tingle so I had to taste them for myself
were-semipermeable membrane-
of course, it is more than one word or two words-a mouthful for sure.
To explain, particularly if one cannot extract the base roots of Latin,
it is also the magical implication of choice inherent with function,
the unique arrangement or conjunction
soaks deeply upon contact into my thin skin.

It was the vibration of M
and because filters
act this way,
save lives
accept and reject
all too
porous, too generous
to assimilate or osmose it all,
any more than a mouthfeel
in multiplicity of meaning.




Image By Aerogelflower.jpg derivative work: JovanCormac (Aerogelflower.jpg) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Tres (trace)

Water Today, warm raindrops glass blurs, the blurry glassy, sharp sparkles sugar. Behind Evening, it was good. Leaves all turned into shadow...