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Sonoran Stones

Kim Nelson — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 12:00:01 +0000

Here they are ~
The last in this round of Small Stones
Daily snippets of observation
Ordinary moments of grace

January 26, 2012

He limped past
through the desert
front right leg stiff, straight
gash, just above shoulder.
A clash with fellow Canis latrans?
Or did human beast intervene?

January 27, 2012

cleaning
prepares the space
for sacrament
for grace

January 28, 2012

University town
The Arts abound
Wildlife surrounds
Tucson

January 29, 2012

Loved since 18
Today
Fifty four
Still incites
This heart to roar
How lucky

January 30,2012

I feel you.
Here. Now.
Even though
Your today began
Eighteen hours ago

January 31, 2012

It’s clear
We’ve met before
As logic
Defies
This connection
Otherwise

Small Stones, Still

Kim Nelson — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 23:02:32 +0000

January 17, 2012

six weeks history
no more blood or progeny
beginning? or end?

January 18, 2012

clearance delivered
post weeks of inhibition
free movement beckons

January 19, 2012

delivers daily
vital, trivial, wanted
departs, cloud in wake

January 20, 2012

loving though distant
challenges traditions, roles
builds strengths, foreign, new

January 21, 2012

water, over time
gentle, cool, power sublime
to softly smooth flaws

January 22, 2012

ordinary acts
bedrock, infrastructure, frame
love’s longevity

January 23, 2012

creeping up through soles
winter ices sinews, bones
shoulder turns, rejects

January 24, 2012

boy who’s lived three years
locks in with eyes, limpid, dark
ventana to God

January 25, 2012

hour with mat, OM, breath
balance, resilience, strength
return with passion

Christ or Geist

Kim Nelson — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:42:33 +0000

Swallow it down
turn him ON
Bright!

Cast out the shadows
the dark, dank
Blight

Flip it
Switch it
Illuminate the night

I AM incandescent
Join my brilliance
Join my fight

Let’s consume the darkness
Absolve others
Eat, breathe light

Cast out demons, open hearts,
bask in warmth
For all the right

Reasons

Until darkness
Comes again
Hungry

Change Her Ways

Kim Nelson — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 17:33:27 +0000

Caught in the smoke
ring eddy of blues
and lust

Neon shines
through dust
in the lonely hours

Proof, high, twice
too many whiskey sours
nightmares, dreams

Secrets, illusions
Life’s as it seems
when filled-crack edifice falls

Wasted stories
within these walls
milky dew lost to the night

So much left
despite the blight
and drought of true connection

Players Rationalize

Kim Nelson — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 22:20:39 +0000

I consume the hearts I win
You collect them

break them
sin

I feed hunger, needs within

You’re just trifling
squelching
din

Neither one of us pretends,
Feigns regret,
lets love
come in

Perhaps we make up yang and yin

Both content
with veil
so thin

of humanity

Inspired by Vice/Versa @ Poets United ~ Consume, Collect, Regret, Content*

A River of Stones Flows

Kim Nelson — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 16:37:30 +0000

January 10, 2012

at this moment
can I focus on anything else
when towhees and sparrows
dance?

January 11, 2012

Clouded is my morning
Not my vision
Or my mind
Clarity a gift, earned

January 12, 2012

In the calm warmth
of my solitary day
I realize
I like it this way

January 13, 2012

Moods tint all views
Best to understand the mood
Than alter the view

January 14, 2012

Gin and juice
Calming produce
When taken in wee amounts

January 15, 2012

Clouds soften desert sky
Slowing pace of love and I
Offering a reason why
not? lie about and sigh…
It is good.

January 16, 2012

rain washed away dust
prompted fresh rust, corrosion
decay feeds new life

Image Audivit

Kim Nelson — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 20:28:19 +0000

Whose hand put to paper
red sable hair, saturate
with pigment
dark
yet not?

Whose mind first created
your image in sepia
tones earthy
raw
well-thought?

Whose eye deviated
from photo, modern media
to render
bird
here caught?

Who
really
is The Creator?

*I tried in vain to locate the identity of the artist who created this simple yet striking image that flits unattributed through cyber-space.

I felt sad at the creator’s loss, like that of a child-abandoned mother.

Dave, Neil and Tom

Kim Nelson — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 05:05:57 +0000

No one is Younger than Neil
No one Waitier than Tom
Matthews I’ve know by the dozens
But Dave is for me, The One

They lull me into calm comfort
With syrup and grit and elan
Seduce me like no other
As we drink ’til the Double Black’s gone

They soothe me, they schmooze me
They keep me turned on
Those men in my fantasy
Dave, Neil and Tom

*Inspired by Tom Waits via Real Toads

Angst, Clouded

Kim Nelson — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 04:18:26 +0000

Photo by Kim Nelson, Tucson AZ

Formed
of  dissonance,
their lofty,
soft appearance
does deceive

For in the eyewall
past the core,
winds ~
fierce velocity
achieve

On occasion,
The well-grounded
get a sense
of the discord

But another’s forecast
cannot calm
storm brewing
untoward

Pro Choice

Kim Nelson — Thu, 12 Jan 2012 22:48:31 +0000

Looking through my photos from Rome, I considered the fable of the Oracle at the Temple of Apollo.
My pic was a mess, but this un-cited google image features the remaining columns on the right.

Choose you this day
whom you will follow
This command
has been made before

Divine and compelling
not idle or hollow
Words that drew
fishermen ashore

Conversely

Choose you to seek
The Temple of Apollo
Enticed by a priestess
to soar

Refined and alluring,
fecund, ripe, not near fallow
Her words drew good men
through arched door

Seeking a future
improved o’er their own
They fall prey
to her charms and allure

Forgetting that choosing
to follow the oracle
Denies them
things promised before

Choose