Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Love the quiet yet powerful elegance
of a substantial snow fall; fresh blanket
of snow is due tonight… can’t wait.
Smell the air prior to a snowstorm;
a recognizable crisp tang tingles the nostrils.
Then it falls - the first flake… so peaceful.
Drifts, melts, finally more stick to every surface…
there’s the point; a world magically transformed.
You’d have to be a total curmudgeon to dislike
freshly fallen snow’s winter magic.
These are the things that I remember most when I look back… doing ordinary things in extraordinary weather/times.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Lost in thought…
mesmerized by snowflakes
as bright as stars at midnight.
A thousand, million, billion
wishes drift outside the studio window
illuminated by incandescent spillage.
Falling to earth, they stack upon one another -
begin to compact, condense, crush individuality.
Window light’s golden glow escapes to romance
ice crystals to sparkle one last time; blue white
frigidity remains once unnatural radiance extinguishes.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Bananas dripped self-consciously
from the wire basket while former
oranges were ignorant of green mold.
Fruit flies abandoned the rotting mass
preferring fresher produce; they formed
temporary relationships elsewhere.
Long hours had passed with no indication
of weekday title; television a mute witness
to streaming waves of heat mutating
air’s stifled stillness ripe with rot.
Sipping water, the grief fast was not to be
broken by impending display of neglect.
Shorn hair illuminated by single candle;
incense seeped into ragged clothing;
numbed lips chanted until mirrored spirit
slipped into blessed obscurity…
Never even ‘tagged” a wall -
that’s spray painting a symbol on
a public building – not for me…
but there was that stop sign –
young dumb teenager;
a speed sign once too - same age -
turned the 3 into an 8, so creative.
Thinking about walls in life…
some cause a change in direction;
force a circuitous route around them.
Physically many materials can create a wall:
wood, brick, concrete, bamboo, rocks;
mentally – memories built of pain, guilt,
anxiety, fear, love, jealousy, abuse form them.
Some walls are without a door;
some are without words...
most don’t have gates for egress.
Grew up with hand built granite stone walls -
stone upon stone separated pastures; dividing farm
from farm, farm from road, garden from rocks.
keeping animals in – protection from wilderness…
Hiking the overgrown roads, following
tumbled grey granite flecked with garnets,
exploring where families struggled
through each season – now nothing left.
Forest once cleared for livestock - regrown
framed by dissembled jumble leaf coated rocks.
Wordless witness to forgotten past.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Buried in paper bound mystery,
body curled protectively
around fine print characters.
Moving internally, their forms
drift in and out of consciousness
reforming in succinct clarity
due to author’s descriptive proclivity.
Imagination burned the present tense;
lost again in acceptable passivity,
real world was relegated to fiction…
Mary Karr told the Paris Review: "Reading is socially accepted disassociation. You flip a switch and you're not there anymore. It's better than heroin. More effective and cheaper and legal."
Face turned down
Proceeding in mid value
Of a world neutralized.
Hands empty, restless,
Shuddering with out
Rush of color’s wheel.
Life turned downward
Stained vision opaque
Blocking light, turning
Outlook dark and meaningless…
artist, poet, and punk rocker Patti Smith said, "In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth."
How far away can one go
with wobbly legs and sore feet?
Breathing cold air burns heart
into calibrated flutter; a plan
for invigorating turns debilitating.
Fear - peaceful coexistence between
nature and an aging body might not
be possible – hear the whisperings.
Wanting to shout louder – unfair;
crying out where has time gone?
Life work and ethic tricked by a body
following natural chronological decline.
Can you hear the loving and hating
voices echo golden year’s frustration
when slipping into their graves
one breath at a time?
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Fed up with their rules,
she again failed to express herself;
receding into her closet, she sank
into the barely perceptible scent.
Sitting in darkness, inhalations
opened death’s determined veil.
Mama’s girl resolved wayward
self-esteem during wardrobe respites.
Missing physical rumination, closeted
connection opened the spiritual partition
breath by soft breath into ethereal reality.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Where was I?
Too much on my mind -
wandering back to the starting point,
trying to jog the thought process,
standing puzzled - run the list.
Waiting for the a-ha…
waiting to get back on point,
waiting for son’s laughter to subside.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Tired and worn down,
not feeling great;
icy stars white light
does nothing to cool fever.
Fever of dread…
writhing snake crossing
summer’s melting asphalt.
no escape to safety…
desiring to quench thirst,
wishing to heal burns,
your acid tongue licks
drawing abstract patterns.
teasing soulless spirit forth…
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Leaving not one footprint
in sand, mud, grass -
not one depression at all.
Nothing made an impression.
Destined to drift with the sun
on her face, the wind at her back…
there was no weight to her being.
Every step forward pulled
frigid temperature into lungs;
warmth exhaled shrinking
frost into liquid state
leaving a clear path that
Every breath in
lowered body temperature.
Every breath out
reception closed down;
sitting in consciousness,
spirit radiated outward.
Aware of every drip
falling to earth,
the frost returns
with the last exhale.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
filled with stop and go;
too busy to feel when
Dusted and polished,
swept and mopped,
clean and tidy to the eye.
in clean glass frames.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Mull over the shift
change things up a little.
Need one more 24 hour day
to catch up with every viable
alternative to solve a puzzle.
Eight days into the New Year,
it's all about moderation,
amazing shifts and progress…
talented or time-waster.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Do you try to avoid
the dark damp cave
in the back of your mind
it’s scary back there?
What’s in yours?
A list of flaws,
people loved and lost,
experiences rather forgotten,
mistakes you can't admit,
fears that haven't come true yet…
all the stuff nightmares are made of.
Are you hopelessly naïve?
Think it would be relatively easy to change
or are you hopefully naïve…
knowing how hard it is to bring light
into dark sacred fears.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Even white noise wasn’t empty;
sky rimmed with hemlock fingers
waggle in distinctive patterns –
residual for all practical purposes.
Reaching skyward leaves bird songs,
dog barks, or voices fading out
into meditation; prone to earth,
a blank stare penetrates ether
silencing constant distractions…
looping in on itself,
sometimes straightened out,
this unique orbiting world
of isolation to gregarious.
Hovering at times –
meditating on cosmic direction
to keep away from gravity
that could steal independence.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Is on hold music still called that?
Noxious combination of Kenny G sounds are
not soothing in the ear or wandering out from phone handset.
Even the parakeet barking is less annoying. Yes, barking…
during its formative years, the old schipperke’s chronic barking
impressed the blue budgie; dead and buried, the chronic barking
lives on and on and on until the cage is covered for night’s quiet.
Unless light leaks prevail!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Let go physically
Not from drugs or alcohol
Pure and simple neglect
No intervention required
Not a resolution either
More a responsible reinvention
A chance to snap out of neglect
End with grace and control….
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Holiday gifts walk in the door:
shirts, hats, electronic gear…
even a Manga fuzzy cat tail
clipped to the bottom of a shirt.
Seems foreign to think of present
heaps stacked under a tree.
Gave that up years ago after mom’s
death, Christmas just wasn’t the same.
Financial decline enhances de-heaping;
food seems more important than
extraneous expenditures selected
under pressure of expectations,
holiday cheer and one-up-man-ship
that takes half a year to pay for.
Barely able to walk,
physical reality of being unfit…
not so grim a discovery.
What else could one expect
from sitting too much?
Lost in creativity,
unbalanced without movement
for muscle maintenance.
No need for ten resolutions…
Planning to steel Nike’s motto:
Just Do It.
Body physically exhausted
muscles balance sitting up asleep.
White noise – children’s voices –
a steady stream of sound
blends to nothingness.
Fluorescent bland light,
mind mercifully quiet,
zoning out to colophony tones…
Monday, January 2, 2012
Bones screamed with every step
cracking under overweight frame.
Moving slower than a tortoise,
every step created a grimace;
feminine grace had disintegrated
to old lady waddle with every limp.
Flexible body lost - mind still supple;
residual romantic view remembers
telling lies about missing curfew,
grass stained clothes and leaf tangled hair...
Sunday, January 1, 2012
filling a basket with dimensional
light that radiated back to blank spaces.
Night sky was not disturbed by wishes
gathered freely under dark cover.
desiring radiance relieved a hidden life.
Light reached into dark corners
disturbing childhood secrets forced
into silence as if she was to blame.
There are things that should be left alone never
to see the light of thought; insistent to spawn,
they crawl about winding their way into verbiage.
The off button malfunctions so the drastic release
of unregulated tongue simpers strategically.
Whine and pitch, another poor soul reduced to waste;
a selfish tactic to feel good standing on the weak.
Can you not do that?