A River of Stones Flows

 Poetry, Small Stones, Weathering The Storm  2 Responses »
Jan 162012
 
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

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Image Audivit

 Poetry  14 Responses »
Jan 152012
 

 

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.  

 

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Dave, Neil and Tom

 Poetry  13 Responses »
Jan 132012
 

      

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

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Angst, Clouded

 Photos, Poetry, Weathering The Storm  18 Responses »
Jan 122012
 

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

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Pro Choice

 Poetry  7 Responses »
Jan 122012
 

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

 Posted by Kim Nelson on 01/12/2012  Tagged with: ,
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