“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
Found art
Another day rolls by
and I
along with it
incubate.
I try
to focus
on a
single
spoke
in the blur of spin
one catches
light,
and squeezes
it
into
sound
high above
the audible range
one carries a note,
and belts out
lashing with it,
create, wait, create, wait, create, wait
bare-backed
swinging both ways,
naturally
and only
through the gait
known distinctly
as your
body
and work
as an address.
A watch swings alongside
reminding me of the beat.
It is time to hibernate.
I count the cat's eyes
staggered and lining up
in the middle of the street
until the glare
broke
into poetic little pieces
like litter.
Artwork by Robert Delaunay [Public domain], 'The Tower and the Wheel' c. 1912-1913, located in the Museum of Modern Art.
Sunday, November 24, 2019
Slang-ing rocks
It's like
they were trying to keep up with the Jones'
Who are They?
Like the Kardashians?
Okay, no. It's more like
a bad case of the Me Too's!
The MeToo movement? Who
did what to you?!
No, no. It was all
about the iWant-
Want what?
A Tesla, an Apple watch, a DNA Test,
a viral video-
You do not.
No, of course not.
I live for the struggle.
Your expressions
literally, make no sense to me-
Nonsense! I just hit the side of a barn
like two birds fleeing the hurled stone!
The Jones' barn?
Spot on.
Image from Missouri History Museum, photographer unknown, dated circa 1901 in Public Domain.
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].
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