... and then
realization dawns
and just like that
you are no longer dreaming
and all your cares and concerns
assemble themselves
into tiny colored packages
which open like blossoms
without your asking
- a garden of daily cares
ready for picking...
Thursday, May 29, 2008
and suddenly i saw
and suddenly i saw
polka dots
broken open by exhaustion
lost in time and fashion
slipping through one or another hand
making a racket of clapping
in the empty air
our language sleeps
next to life itself
in my song
i saw a single kiss
standing between us
maybe i love the deep silence
of solitude best
that labyrinth in the moon's forehead
that echoes in the earth
not just one
flower
wave fire in the air or
liquor
devoured by victory
but fidelity you blood red rose
of when and how
tropical bouquet of
drenched beasts with
weapons of rain and aromatic incence
wearing an aura of terrible nonsense
polka dots
broken open by exhaustion
lost in time and fashion
slipping through one or another hand
making a racket of clapping
in the empty air
our language sleeps
next to life itself
in my song
i saw a single kiss
standing between us
maybe i love the deep silence
of solitude best
that labyrinth in the moon's forehead
that echoes in the earth
not just one
flower
wave fire in the air or
liquor
devoured by victory
but fidelity you blood red rose
of when and how
tropical bouquet of
drenched beasts with
weapons of rain and aromatic incence
wearing an aura of terrible nonsense
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Finally getting around to seeing the San Juan Poets site
And resurrecting my old dabbling at blogging back in 2002, which I had completely forgotten about, in the flotsom generated while getting there. Found a couple of poems amongst my commute diary entries too -- BTW I always use the partial bypass now.
http://epoetus.blogspot.com/ -- Still like the name too :-)
Here is the most recent entry from my journal that I like:
#1907 20080509
Coming back,
after being gone for two minutes,
to a tangled mess
of sheep
Harnessed to the
fence;
Silly sheep twister.
http://epoetus.blogspot.com/ -- Still like the name too :-)
Here is the most recent entry from my journal that I like:
#1907 20080509
Coming back,
after being gone for two minutes,
to a tangled mess
of sheep
Harnessed to the
fence;
Silly sheep twister.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
from: confessions of an adult fetus
It is one thing to look at an image of a human fetus and to see an unfinished creature... on its way to becoming human.... It is another thing entirely to see adults as unfinished, premature, half evolved....
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
May 8th - poets gathering - San Juan
(from Susan Wingate via email)
Hello all you poets and poetic writers!
We're meeting again and isn't that wonderful. Bring poetry - yours, someone else's or both! We're happy to have all you new folks who showed interest at the last Poetry Evening at the Library. If you see that someone has been left off the list that you think would enjoy our meetings, please let them know by passing this email along.
Details:
Place - George Smith's home (see driving directions below)
Date - May 8, 2008, Thursday
Time - 5:30 p.m.
Easy directions. Drive 2 miles out Beaverton Valley Road from the Library. Right turn on Barnswallow Way, which is opposite Old School House Road. Pass the first house, pass the double wide with the big shed, come over the crest of the hill and up to 326 - house with red metal roof and I'll try to have the porch lights on.
Hello all you poets and poetic writers!
We're meeting again and isn't that wonderful. Bring poetry - yours, someone else's or both! We're happy to have all you new folks who showed interest at the last Poetry Evening at the Library. If you see that someone has been left off the list that you think would enjoy our meetings, please let them know by passing this email along.
Details:
Place - George Smith's home (see driving directions below)
Date - May 8, 2008, Thursday
Time - 5:30 p.m.
Easy directions. Drive 2 miles out Beaverton Valley Road from the Library. Right turn on Barnswallow Way, which is opposite Old School House Road. Pass the first house, pass the double wide with the big shed, come over the crest of the hill and up to 326 - house with red metal roof and I'll try to have the porch lights on.
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