Tag Archives: art
Ad Infinitum
Ad Infinitum ~~~~~ I was sitting in a downtown cafe, looking for the words I wanted, listening to other people’s lives, fits and starts, dribs and drabs. O, what stories I could imagine. O, what stories could I imagine? of these people and their lives; the difference a single change, an opening, taken or missed, […]
Ours to Choose
Ours to Choose ~~~~~ What is it follows? Can it be found? Follows you around, Sometimes in front, Sometimes behind. Opens doors, Slams doors In your face. Sneaks in, Cheek by jowl, Cuts no slack, A burdened back. Dogs your steps, Manacles Your joints, Points of pain, Reminders Of reminders past. Needles and pins Stuck […]
Falling Fast
Falling Fast ~~~~~ The words friable and frangible myriad might find intangible. They’re too specific and esoteric. And, certainly less manageable than our good old atmospheric. Though atmosphere, I’ve found, moves, never sticks around. It provides no solid ground Much like friable, frangible, it just might let you down. ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is […]
I Don’t Know
I Don’t Know ~~~~~ My spring of words is running low and, I don’t know where I should go. Do I pump a mental handle, start the flow? I can’t figure it out, does anyone know? Perhaps, I must wait till it refills, though, I really want to write something now, so I want it […]
The Giftie Gie Us
The Giftie Gie Us ~~~~~ How then cannot we see our own true selves? The poet’s answer realized in our social media. Where we play half-fools, do naught by halves, constantly connected, from Twitter to Expedia. Do we ever look in this mirror that we created? Join we the grand communion, or voyeurs only? We […]
Circle of Life
Circle of Life ~~~~~ This moment, now, This turn on the wheel, Of our universal unicycle Of linear time. I understand Being everywhere And nowhere, In all places, All the time, Everyone, everything. Only our vantage Changes. So, persecutors now, Become persecuted, The hunter hunted, Prey the predator. As the wheel turns We changes positions. […]
Tough Guy ~ F. P. – 3
Tough Guy ~ F. P. – 3 ~~~~~ Fierce look without give, As the tough guy stares you down. Can you see his fears? ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~ Please, leave a comment and let me know what you think. See more of my creative offerings […]
Beneath the Grass
Beneath the Grass ~~~~~ What would it feel like, any fun, to live to be one hundred? My imagination says it would be less fun and more dread. With luck, still shuffling about, able to pee upon my shoes. not rolled around as deadwood, by someone I don’t choose. Perhaps I will be non-compos mentis […]
Anywhere
Anywhere ~~~~~ This was somebody’s plan for our future, new homes full of new, smiling people. Happy folks, without care; I can’t find ‘em anywhere. This grim portrait is of the middleclass, not home alas. I look around, folk I knew, think it might be me or you. Think we’re gone for good. ~~~~~ Peace […]
Searching for You
Searching for You ~~~~~ Morning obscured by swollen clouds, rain-slicked streets offer no reflection. I trudge on, collar high to ward damp, as I round a corner, searching for you. Frigid gale, shreds the vaporous veil, ebbs, whispering, wishing, revealing, our spinning dome of stars, galaxies, modest corner of infinite space-time Dazzling, radiant, luminous, lucent, […]
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