Tag: Poetry

a summer song (poem)

a summer song (poem)

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(related to my previous post, I just wasn’t done writing it last night, I am happier with the flow now…. perfect? eh, probably not, but when in the moment…)

woman stands on mountain over field under cloudy sky at sunrise
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“a summer song“
walking in the sun
on sand on street on lawn
transports me back to youth
a child’s time, set the loose,
all structure was built on wonder
in that first moment we discover
a bird a bee a bush
a squirrel a jack a clover
allowing the developing mind to ponder
without the fear that bears us forward
I wish I might have stayed
a child – just a bit longer
or grant the power from within
to once again – grow younger,
walking in the sun,
transformed once more to youth
for even for a moment’s pause
bask in that most basic truth

musical musing for the evening… maybe not obscure… but man I love this song…

>>>>>>> Temple of the Dog – Hunger Strike

a prayer for the fallen…

a prayer for the fallen…

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“a prayer for the fallen,
for they shall not rise again
a moment for the forgotten
so we shall know their acts remain
to those who came before
to those with which we leave,
a prayer for the fallen,
with these words may you take heed
let now the world’s foundation
build inspiration from their deeds”

notes… I did not plan to write this, I wrote it a few days ago but it seems apt for Memorial Day.  I have no military in my family and in fact it seems discouraged (one day I will write a missive about that), what is more noble than sacrificing yourself for others to do nothing (or something) with their freedom? sure, is every soldier a pure soul ? no.  but there are those that are literally on the front line battling for our right to blog here on wordpress and other such trivial pursuits (as much as I think art is important, it is, without warriors would we even have the chance to express ourselves ?).  I know it is trite to say Freedom is not free… but it is not, I am in the debt of those that came before to give me a life where I can explore the world via my mind and my art, thank you, the unknown, the nameless, the creator (whatever that may be), every free breath is a gift… goddamn I have to remember this.. I have to motivate myself further… life matters… life matters…

some haiku from this afternoon…

some haiku from this afternoon…

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3/5/3 form, distilled, if you will and you should, if you could, but let’s not dwell…

rock formations near sea
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singular
a bird on a wire
questions me

soft green leaf
enjoy the high life
while you can

the sunset
has an appointment
tomorrow

flowerpot
full with the remains
last season

weaving twigs
the mother cardinal
prepares four

invert trees
the roots have no leaves
like winter

last daylight
certainly overstays
-gone too soon

the dartboard
a clock with no hands
eye will win

notes… technically I wrote this on my porch but it was different from those musings… this is my blog so, I do what I want, If you dig it, I am grateful, if not there is plenty of other grapefruit to ponder.

music... COM TRUISE… that’s all, retro electronica, sounds 80s but yet somehow modern-ish…  NJ guy as well so I am partial to that…

a little Game of Thrones poem…

a little Game of Thrones poem…

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From time to time these hit me, not the first time, so of course my watch has ended, I won’t go all Aaron Rodgers on you here, I have a media review page for that (if you care to see my opinion about such things), but this blog is about my creative work and working to be a better person (not necessarily in that order or ever clear), this falls more in the creative work category because certainly a TV show is not reality but isn’t all art some reflection of reality? including TV… well, except those reality TV shows… damn I hate those, anyway… here is a little ditty…

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for Winter has truly come
all along the smoldering ruins
past the walls of King’s Landing
covered now but not by snow
but by the souls of those once living,
a pride of lions proved no match
for the wrath of a phoenix writhing
forever to unmask
the absolution of power’s binding,
two once bright suns did crash
one if by brick, one if by steel
and within their lover’s arms reveal
love can exceed even that of death
and break the bonds of reasoned men

of course I have to end with this….  and all re-posts, likes, snowballs, spitballs and all sorts of diatribes.. are welcome, if you spent time reading this, thanks, I’ll never know it but perhaps screaming in the wind catches a few ears.

some haiku and the flower moon…

some haiku and the flower moon…

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3/5/3 form considered “modern” for whatever that is worth…

exhaust fumes
I am stuck behind
concrete truck

a small child
on a bicycle
of his size

illustration of moon showing during sunset
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as I look toward the flower moon
my heart yearns for that which I know
that which can not last
hope and logic are not bedfellows
and I have a choice with whom to lie
so I beseech you, flower moon
to hear my plea
grant me rights
as I will you the portent to fulfill
bring blooms to night
under pale reflected light
you hold all my eye
and wash away
make me pure again
make me whole again
for winter has lingered far long
within this soul
o’ flower moon

A poem about… dedication? perhaps.

A poem about… dedication? perhaps.

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“guardian“
am I an observer in your hall
a light
embedded in the wall
a light post
to light your way
around the corners
to banish shadows
so you might step confidently
forward and around
vigilant in my stay
my light always upon you
from my place of servitude
unnoticed, I bow to you
if only
to light your way forward
for you may be
on your way
in safe good light
my light
underfoot

notes… this can be taken a few ways, literal (as a light), a guardian angel, or also someone who works in the background for the betterment of someone else.  How you take it is your decision but I wanted to articulate all it meant to me when I wrote it today, in a fever dream, ok, when I was chilling out and listening to the classical station on my TV…

music… maybe my post makes more sense that I was listening to this… (and usually I hate operas)

La Bohemme – Pavarotti

just a poem. (about spring)

just a poem. (about spring)

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pasture and lawn reprieve:
for now I see verdant swaths
risen up from fallow flocks
the world has turned to bloom
life rides forward
toward inevitable doom
casting seeds upon the whim
land and cone over
the ground within
carry on, to catch the sun
oh dear mother, carry on

notes… written in my car 5/4 (yeah Star Wars day ya geeks…), rewritten tonight (I did make changes), here is the original as written (I want to be honest and show my true process):

pasture and lawn reprieve:
for now I see verdant swaths
risen up from fallow flocks
the world has turned to bloom
and life roars forward
against that inevitable doom
casting seeds upon the whim
land and cone over
the ground within
carry on, to catch the sun
oh dear mother, carry on

so the thrust of the poem is the same but I like my changes, it more reflects what I wanted to convey.

Orphans…

Orphans…

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I post unfinished work(s) from time to time, I call them my orphans, sometimes you need to fess up to who you are, I am imminently bad at going back and finishing works, they either finish in the moment… or I abandon them, so here are some of those (just dumping them off on a Saturday night), my hope is someone finds some value in them and maybe inspires them to do something, the underlying inspiration was there… but something else caught my eye and they are just…

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1.28.19 “an ode”
oh clear blue sky
not even a cloud in sight
there is nothing to contain
just breathe the even still

2.26.19 (meditation)
like a technicolor jellyfish
spinning and shimmering, pulsing
blasting off
with the tail stalk of a nuclear bomb
bursting upwards at impossible speed
into the out reach
atmospheric breach

2.27.19
I was born to be with you
but I ruined destiny
turned my head on fate
and I have never fully recovered
and so I dwell

3.17.2019
in discussions with my self
on the terms of my psyche
inner voices around the table
adversarial
arbitration
a split decision

3.19.19
on a beach
ghost crabs
are afraid
of me

4.19.2019
splinters of spiders made
can be mended
wholly broken glass
can not be repaired
only reformed

5.6.2019
I search through my feelings
and you are always there
I search around my home
and you are not there, anymore

notes… that’s it, nothing else tonight.  Comments are always appreciated because I can always hear my voice but I need to hear yours…

a dream when called for.

a dream when called for.

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might I be a bear
called to hibernate
and have a dream that lasts a season,
during that long slumber
might I wish for something more
to transform
to emerge from that cocoon
a butterfly
and take flight
lighter than air
above the common ground
travel boundless
under basking glow,
but alas, I will awake
as yet still just a bear
and onward call
to river’s edge
on forest tall

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notes… I will from time to time write things about being things/animals, trying to find perspective as it were, this is one of those times, hope you enjoy, and throw me a like or nine…

music… one of my faves… ambient with a bit more purpose, I don’t like pegging music like that, this is electronic and more upbeat than the term “ambient” may suggest… I suggest you dig it… and groove my friends…

>>>Tycho – Jetty

once again, I prefer simple…

once again, I prefer simple…

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“sight“
I remain unnoticed
over here
residing
in the shadow
of a vase
for the flowers
capture eyes

notes… not everything needs to be draped in the majesty of mystery, but even in the simple things, around the corner we can not see, nor anticipate, wood floors, plain paint walls, there in resides mystery and sprinkles of intrigue in the mundane, simplicity

music…

>>>Tom Vedvik / Martin Tillman – “Odessa”

Ambient mixed with violins/cellos… very nice… a relaxing ride…