The arche-lights of animus

You are blocking the light-
beams moon your ego in full array,
it fully eclipses the suns blaze
in plane view, blinding you
of any depth perception,
resulting in
vert-
ego.

Lights out, volume up, listen in...

Do you hear the way you sound?

A megaphone is an overkill,
where whispers in-
discernable are cumulative thunder,
a warning-
note to self-
to mute the background
static by detaching
or unplugging the
speaker.
The back feed amplifier
of the anima in us.
Shadows are holding your place
(in) apoge-e
go!


Image of painting by William Merritt Chase [Public domain or CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.

Nice and Concise

Brevity peaks when

perspective is the widest

 vision tapers off.

Image By NASA/JPL-Caltech/STScI/CXC/UofA/ESA/AURA/JHU [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Detail from image Messier 82. Composite of Chandra, HST and Spitzer images. X-ray data recorded by Chandra appears in blue; infrared light recorded by Spitzer appears in red; Hubble's observations of hydrogen emission appear in orange, and the bluest visible light appears in yellow-green.

Lucid Lines (Tanka)

soft edges dream state

pretending you are the star

behind the curtains

your understudies perform

the lead in reality

Image of painting by Edgar Degas, Four Ballerinas on stage (c.1885-90) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

After All Art (Tanka)

Make haste with your art
Make it say what you cannot
utter, honestly
hurry-I worry we won't
make it-we won't, after all.













Image of painting by József Borsos,The Dissatisfied Painter (Crisis in the Life of a Painter), 1852 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Was that always there?

Nobody notices

nor should they

focus on other

space in this

case by case

generations go on

with or out of 

resemblance

can't compare

whats yours 

alone and shown

to no one

but those 

who notice.

Image of painting Pietro Rotari [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Tying rainbows on Mt. Moody

Up there-
rolling in cumulus
open fields,
tumbling down with
empyrean echoes-
they sniffled
there
and heaved a last great sigh
before resting
as simply shaded shapes
or hanging
thunder clouds.
Where
they lay
their puffy heads atop
the solemn iron mountains,
they reflect
your steely glance in silver volumes
of sharp light.
And slice right through
grey matter
with gentle insistence
by ninth degrees.
Up there
the birds begin to
propose,
always asking
hopefully...
They then spun
a soothing song
across beryled acoustics
waving conductive wands.

That is where
the avians weave bows
in the rain,
seeking to tame
those tangled tresses
inherently
cast over cold
granite shoulders
where shale shawls
lie stoic
dark and morose
under the mercurial masonry,
They are
always adding color,
muffled and soft
unflappably
making rainbows
with nothing but stone and air
up there.

"I try to think about rainbows when it gets bad,  

You have to think about something to keep from going mad." 

-Gwen Stefani (In My Head, No Doubt)

Image of Mount Rainer in Washington state, US, By US National Park Service (http://www.nps.gov/media/photo/gallery.htm) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

DNA (strands)

No end to end

words cannot be said to you

just every non-thing.

Image of painting by Carl Larsson [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.