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WALKING ON THIN ICE

REMEMBERING

November 13, 2014 No Comments

REMEMBERING

Such holy air, wind
moving through itself
alighting here and there
having an epiphany
It’s holy

The finery of our thoughts
some aspects of remembering–
like filigree wedding decorations
heralded by birds holding ribbons

Birthing novelties
hobbies on horseback
packing for a picnic
fun on a plate

Bodacious and bedazzled,
pick up your elaborate skirts
put affectations on
for size

You thought
they weren’t
your style

You can learn

~ Lady

COAXING SEED

November 11, 2014 No Comments

COAXING SEED

From nothing
but appetite, ripening loom
loam floor

In the tall hollow hall
this sky domed reality
a long breath

Foam on the breakers
of thoughtful waters
unroiling as they do

Slow twists
wavy arrays
of lives

~ Lady

5 b&w

November 10, 2014 No Comments

newdaydawn

Was asked to post a b&w foto on FaceBook each day for five days, each day asking a different friend to do the same so it escalates as the five folk asked ask 25 who ask 125 etc until finally FaceBook becomes a b&w see.

Since I’m leery of asking folk for stuff, and also have trouble following rules, here are mine all at once, and anyone out there who wants to play may consider themselves invited.

Shooting in b&w is fun, alters how one looks, modifies composition. I thank my wife Lady K for asking me to play. Here’s her excellent b&w from today, our compost bin.


compost by Lady K





5 b&w

Hot Cold Fusion

November 6, 2014 1 Comment

warmshine

Hot Cold Fusion

The heat of the bath
relaxes meat in my mind —
o holy liquid.

If it’s not the heat,
it’s the two hundred percent
damned humidity.

Arctic ice melting
freeing the polar vortex
for vacation south.

It’s too hot one day,
too cold or chilly the next –
welcome to Cleveland.

– Smith, 11.6.2014


coldshine

SOMETIMES INSIGHT

November 4, 2014 No Comments

SOMETIMES INSIGHT

One side of the knife
and the other, too

Different takes
on the cake

Parallax appetite

~ Lady

Daylight Savings Time

November 4, 2014 1 Comment

time machine

Daylight Savings Time

The time thieves,
where do they store our stolen hours?

It’s blatant theft,
light manipulation,
lugubrious lies from the tardy to slow us early arrivers,
slippery sloppy seconds secluded in dark vaults
accruing nanosecond interest for others,
time not on our side,
used against us,
stolen from sleep under covers of dark,
daylight saving nighttime theft,
add a spring,
subtract a fall,
chronos messing with us all,
the suits saving seconds, minutes, hour,
money time since time is money
and Jesus saves
idle hands from devil torment
sliding round the dial.

At the tone
it will be later than you think,
or too early.

– Smith, 11.4.2014


time storage

CRAYONS

November 4, 2014 1 Comment

CRAYONS

Mark of childhood pixel-width
cudgels of impressions, ideas
about the features of
people, animals,
landscapes,
homes and hearts
on paper,
walls

Remembering use of
crayons, feel in fingers tired
after so much filling in frustrations
breakage

Wanting to convey
but with such seemingly
crude instruments like
aspiring to paint a Dali
with a stick

How at some point
crayons fell away, waxy larval husks
of young childhood

And how then
remembered fondly
animist impressions
unfettered mind

~ Lady

Song of Sisyphus

November 3, 2014 No Comments

order of subservience

Song of Sisyphus

Time is a river of illusion.

Illumination is a philosophy of illusion.

Poetry is a blaze of allusion,
reader writer collusion,
abluted conclusion,
unablated,
unabated,
undebate
d.

Sing a song of Sisyphus,
pack it full of wry.

– Smith, 11.3.2014


plane field

15 Minutes

November 2, 2014 No Comments

15 Minutes

Had I a hammer
I’d hit my head nail-on
driving home my point.

Singing through my songs
with growl and groan and gruff,
I’m Howlin’ Wolf lite.

I’m quite good but not
important due to times and
lack of social skill.

I’m isolated
from people so have cut off
my self from success

Not for me now fame,
I’m playing a different game,
more Shakespearean.

Had I four asses
I could wear an octothong,
one tween each bare cheek.

– Smith, 11.2.2014

Pocket Thought

November 1, 2014 1 Comment

Pocket Thought

Tingle tangle jingle jangle ego dangle.

Revengeance is mine sayeth the horde
who hating the wise run with the bored.

As a flower man, iris my life every day.

I tried to squeeze her tweezer
but she would not be bound.

May your flux be full fine with flow.

– Smith, 11.1.2014