Technology of such elegance and simplicity It escapes all notice Until you see it And seeing, need
Category: Poetry
Erupted
These layers of old wounds pile up and in a weak moment erupt Collapsing A series of fires A nod to the angels A truckful of illusions In silence we go on, changed Untold stories ripple out across the water upsetting the bobbing flotsam in a left-handed kind of Silence
Microcosm Poem, Emptiness Poem
Under small mushrooms, A blade of grass Worker bees visit the clover Sunlight glints on dew This microcosm a universe Settling on the fungus’ shoulders Unsatisfied The silence of all day Perforated by pills and chasing goals One thing leads to another And all is accomplished (yet to what end?) And I am still alone
Protest & Sing
Sit Massed in Front of the Advancing, yet Quavering mass of Force Allow the inner silence in the midst The power at self’s center The call for justice & democracy Direct Democracy In the midst of the raining teargas They Seize the medical supplies Deliberately attack medics Shoot at people approaching hospitals Unwilling to lay […]
cat
sits and stares at screen jealously irritating sitting on armrest
Midnight
Solitude Finally a brief peace Silence Moonlight Dreams of night, the mind travels Reconnecting to self Darkness Breathe ^*^ calm the waves Sleep The morning brings new knowledge, new deeds Midnight
The poetry of the forest
The poetry of the forest Rains solace on the lonely Their skins have grown thick, though They barely feel it Each individual leaf The pooling waters & streams (if you’re lucky) They speak in many voices Many tongues Many identities
The Scene
The scenewent southunder the weight– of it’s own pretensions Talking sideways over –– the competition –A front in the war of secretsWas openedOr reopened Take pains to never showNo true faces nor true feelings
entwine well moon
disassemble your parts what are you in there the jenga tower of nervy pieces chain reaction machine partly flow the spores the drifting wind of tone there is no time in place unscrew the hunger No answer. Just the ringing empty of the thanatoic sandworms piling on the sweaters against the cold of nothing there […]
Two Poems
as my mood improves so my verse decays perhaps the time is now here to broaden the spectrum write on the world instead of my own small concerns . . . how many ways does the sun shine one drop of water or snow on crystalline veins of green winter leaves the simple needs of […]
Lost in Mist 