“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sunday, November 24, 2019
Witness whiteness
Who is watching?
I feel-
Enough.
It was
-not needed
any more
Love
you sooo much
rains candy,
Sugar name drop not
Justify
Too
it is complicated,
intricate, entanglement-
through
close contact-
intertwined
and inevitable.
You see. You do.
You are-I am too.
Kiss me
Aloud
if you can
in this tension
of Presently,
Let me
land-
(softly) Held,
holding
your gazing heart
that embers
Into
Ashen skin
before
All of This
living in sin
bore witness
To.
Finally,
just
what do you wish
to be called?
Painting by Franz Dvorak, c. 1927 in [Public domain].
Saturday, November 23, 2019
hand-eye (Hi-Q)
Helpless is not-for
All Beings in need, a hand
points, name, friend or foe.
Painting by Parmigianino, 'Portrait of Fransesco Mazzola' 16th century in [Public domain].
Friday, November 22, 2019
Assets minus liabilities
It causes a sharp pain
in my chest
to witness
the kitten perched
on the edge of the
couch
watching television-
while the people
are occupied
with other screens
It pangs my stomach
thinking about
the income of
a Poet
who wastes not
a scent or moment
to dwell
upon
the wealth of
interruptions
like pangs
spine shriveling-
the Book won't come
Out
I shout, Inside
voices affirm
the lame excuse-
Not saying
the churning sense
of burning
ears or pants,
Love has been simmering
on the back of the stove
while I wove a couple of loose ends
and made a sweater
without a head-hole,
Thus
confirming my ineptitude
and such
as feeling the need
to Escape
the bleeding clutches
of Loved ones closest
to touch,
the spot
which widens where
no treasure is ever safe
keeping.
The kitten purrs
from this place
smiling
finally
noticing me
watching him
stretch
and grow.
Artwork: By John William Godward, 'Idleness', c. 1900 in [Public domain].
'cat purring' from Wikipedia:
"Although true purring is exclusive to felids and viverrids, other animals such as raccoons produce purr-like vocalization. Animals that produce purr-like sounds include mongoose, bears, badgers, foxes, hyaenas, rabbits, squirrels, guinea pigs, tapirs, ring-tailed lemurs, and gorillas while eating. Animals purr for a variety of reasons including to express happiness, or fear and as a defense mechanism. It has also been shown that cats purr to manage pain and soothe themselves. Purring is a soft buzzing sound, similar to a rolled 'r' with a fundamental frequency of around 25 Hz. This sound occurs with noticeable vibrations on the surface of the body, varies in a rhythmic pattern during breathing and occurs continuously during inhalation and exhalation. The intensity and length of the purr can also vary depending on the level of arousal of the animal."
Sunday, November 17, 2019
Blue blood
The heaviest ink
a writer bleeds
are a Mothers Eulogy
and the vows
etched for Matrimony.
These marks,
deeper than tattoo
annotate and commemorate
an expression of Life and Risk
All
Love to Lose.
We may say
nothing aloud
that sounds like what
It is
to trap butterflies
with a lariat.
Artwork credited by W.T. Benda, cover of Life magazine September 1923 in [Public domain].
Saturday, November 16, 2019
Beading
The wind breaks
promises
and I storm off
in bitter retreat,
sucking out the sour
isolation...
And the shoreline
waves
recognizing its relationship
with the timeline
inevitable as the tides turn
over
Revealing
what has been there
and who is dancing at the edge
unafraid
of falling in
for a pearl.
It comes in waves;
pain, sleep, sound, this feeling
the crashing is closer
becoming brackish
tumultuous and turbid for a trace
of gold
in every full glass
we see through
The warm breeze
blew away
our differences.
How easily mist
the rising and falling
of all things
may be made
more
than solid or whole,
as in part
of us
is always drowning
and becoming
one and the same.
Painting by Władysław Wankie (1860-1925) 'Fisherwomen on the shore', [Public domain].
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Duck, duck, & Goose
I see you ducking
& hiding
as if this could
keep you safe
of course, most enjoy
a good game
of hide & seek-
except when there is
no-
body looking
for you
the pain sets in,
nesting in the
corners
where you have
stashed secrets.
Fleeing from danger
is both fight &
flight
instead of planting
ones
self in the belief
of growth & resilience
where you are
is never where you
choose to be
there is disregard
for the hidden
wanting to be found
under a shroud of a
woven
textiles you
gathered,
that felt like
encryption,
yet your secrets
strobe across
all of our four
heads
illuminating the dark valleys
spreading across your scape.
Painting by Carel Fabritius, 'Hera hiding during the battle between the gods and the giants' c. 1643 in [Public domain].
Monday, November 11, 2019
Our glasses (hourglasses)
I read in front of them.
I was reading anyway.
They never read.
Even behind my back.
I waited to be sure.
I was never sure
I waited too long.
Liars, thieves, and cheaters
are three of a kind.
I had them all
in hand,
and made a row of bushes
with the tangled vines
for Privacy.
Alone with ourselves
imposes ego as though
we should learn
from mistakes.
The golden rule
is soft, diamonds are forever
handed down
and the rain, perpetually
planting seeds.
The fine print, or return policy
for such a random act
sounds like wind strangled
in narrow channels
but is your paper receipt.
I figured it out
wrong but somehow came to
the correct conclusion
all the same.
There is a kind of
influence, with open palms
that holds no harm
to heat but crystallizes
in salt.
As far as
we can see,
All is in front of us,
there was no plain day
that would be lived this way.
Painting by John Dickson Batten, 'The garden of Adonis' c. 1887 in [Public domain].
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