…keeps someone away I suppose.  Those who might prefer a menu to prose… Still plugging away on some 2017 material, here are three more to toss into the ether… for better or for worse, bathwater and all.

“prurient” 2017

view

of the viper’s mask

the omniscient ticking of the heart

the vessel

once cavern now glut

swells with sin

prurient

a chide

a cause

a curse.

“carved” 2017

ancient tree

scarred with the abuse of seasons

initials of love

“upon a park” 2017

conversation of pigeons

busy about

one false move – riot!

to calm.

pebbles skip-sink to the bottom

ripples drown out

into the mouth

of the horizon

A couple more from 2017… I will get current one of these days (soon… no, really!).   I remember writing these but I do not remember the mood I was in… even though they were on the same scrap of paper, birthed at the same time. Much like fraternal twins I suppose.

“temper” 2017

molten rise

under the skin

surging lava veins

crimson smoldering eyes

breathing deep molten ash

held barely in

caldera

rage

ignite!!!

“northern star” 2017

northern star

afar, how far?

a million light caress

in the palm

bathed in valleys and riverbeds

northern star

a dream, a life

a reason to be

a guiding light

northern star

brilliant death

illuminates the fall –

ascension –

now to become the star once more.

Thoughts and comments (or taunts and breath-mints) are always welcome. Email me or post under the posts, thanks!

From 2017, a few “shorter” works… not that size matters (I’m talking poems people!)

I’m particularly partial to “find”, one of those pure things you just write in one motion and it all just ‘fits’.  Comments/Thoughts/Insults and all else appreciated.

“Architect” 2017

architect,

skeleton,

a shipwreck of bones

gravity climb

on moonlight

an exercise

in quixotic dreaming mind

“untitled” 2017 (1)

the embers of my life

the flames I never maintained

suffocating

smoldering

fading

what burns brightly in a hot memory?

fantasy

lunacy

fallacy

forgotten.

“find” 2017

whilst they find my body

whilst they find my bones

was I worth remembering

I will never know.

Still catching up on some older stuff… not much else to say on this one.  I’ll let the words speak for themselves. (although I do have a special place in my heart for “rear view”… it is something that I think about often, an image I have never been able to forget to this day)

“thoughts on new years on the henry hudson” 1/6/2007

breakers on the west side

a new year is want to rise

the old man is spry in the west

broken back by bending jets

“rear view” 4/14/2007

I know not of death

for I am alive

these thirty odd years

but should I know legion

as when my mind drifts

to the day.

a passing kiss to the forehead

of you, my love,

the sleepless night

into that inevitable dawn.

rear view mirror

a lasting portrait –

of death in the first morning sun.

you, are standing there alone

but I must go

tears but a simple sympathy

to perhaps ease the mind

the heart bears the scars

not the eyes.

a portrait

that never leaves my gallery

of thought

in dreams comes to life

and as I wake,

as visions subside

the years gone in just a blink

pages turn

but a mark never leaves the edge

as I take upon every breath

wonder, fear,

I am alive

and as I am

will I always love her?

staring there

rear view

she is ever standing there.

“untitled” 5/2007

on the dew

the dawn of wake

a quiet silence

pronounced

clouds nestled between

skyward stretching branches

and light

morning light

warms my brow

I was transcribing some more stuff from my notes today.. and boy does my handwriting suck… I really ought to be more careful but sometimes these things are written spur of the moment wherever I may be (many times in my car driving!). So for what it is worth here are some more…

“untitled” 6/2017

rain on the lake
a common trope
draws the eye –
inspires…
romantic hope

smoky fog
hugs the mountain far
a road corralled by trees
all hands waving leaves
all say the same
all turn to bask in the coming rain

a voice on the wind
of a bird I know not who
the rain loses pace
almost a pause
nearly completely still
drop by drop
stopped.

“untitled” 6/2017

this dying body can provide
to other passengers by

“Traffic”  6/2017

grasping for a metaphor,
a gnarled tree?
yet nature has purpose.

traffic is perverse
traffic is a curse – spoken in rage
traffic is a treason on the soul

created in a compilation, consternation, confirmation
in a faulty foundation of political underpinnings
in other words : frustration!

DMK Note: The above poem is meant to be a bit humorous…especially those of us who commute daily here in the tri-state (NY, NJ, CT) area.

“untitled”  6/2017

fallow fields
fallow minds
poison seeds
to commit the crime

Trying to catch up to current stuff!  I do like some of the ideas here even if sort of simplistic.. not everything has to be word geometry I guess.  But if that is your thing…cool. Comments/Thoughts are always appreciated.

“untitled”  5/2017
sweet tide to kiss my brow
for me to sail
into the never ending sea

“buried”  5/2017
Broken –
Mason –
Jar –
half buried, half sane
peering through patterns
spindle of sunlight crowning
what remains above ground

“to not know the rain”  5/2017
to not know the rain
in the forest
or the plains
on the desert mars
light years span as far,
unless your vessel is a lens
to see space and back again

“you” 5/2017
is it a mood
is it blue
is it a tone
is it a hue
is it the true feeling
of who you are – ?
emerge.

Oops.. a little out of order but does that matter…  probably not.  I’m sure I will find plenty of material lying around these parts to post here and there.

“untitled” 5/2011

listening to the immutable hum of blue orchids
(crossing)
time gone by
time goes by

watching the breeze bend
over the shrub like darting wings
leaves turn to their partners
sunlight illuminates open paths
shade underneath hiding

“untitled”  late 8/2012

the wind is a whisper
the moon is a rumor
this late summer hour
masks amongst the choir
of insect chatter

and I take a breath.