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‘… There's an ordinary world Somehow I have to find And as I try to make my way To the ordinary world I will learn to survive.” Touchstones Marshmallows from the back of the pantry, once airily formed, hung over my head, inedible now. Yet, I can’t seem to throw them away. The hand-me-down dish cracked a little more after another wash, spin, and I again, in dark store it away. Touchstones, rare, claim my memory. The child I lifted and spun around the room, witnessed joyously in song, an image burned into unforgettable. Where is that innocent delight now? I melt those marshmallows, in fudge made, serve on that plate under trap of cellophane. A remarkable moment arrives: two gleaming-green eyes and a cheery smile. Just one more dance, savoring confection, I recall all old songs sung to her and the dreaming charm reawakens in my arms. All moments captured, white cream consumed, mother’s green heirloom hides away. Mindfully comes pause for one touchstone I value the most. Sleep tight, words I would hush still to that sleepy, bright face dreaming every marshmallow cloud spun on our plate, and this pact: never forget tradition, and purpose the undying glowing in our clouds through ceramic bright; and, hold all those old memories tight. 10.20.24 10.25.24 kinda big edits, added punctuation Nothing can put me to sleep these days, missing over twenty nights of sleep this year. One more since. A secret I keep from her. Not everything makes sense… |
| People don't listen... I aim my ears for them... I can't decide anything on my own in my world, aimless... "Here We Go Again" It was February, 2022. Shortly after return from vacation...that's all you get. At least machines leave miracles of lint. 10.10.24 I'll go pop a pill |
| Spun Hydroplaning toward a semi Hit the brakes Car spun sideways to the oncoming [Steer] )reverse tailspin( (((three-sixty revolutions))) to the shoulder xStopx Didn't feel anything Fun, not fear Built for this not her | Hit the brakes ~ Sideways spun ~ She's leaving xx Slam xx 9.22.24 Having learned a form, in true tradition, I overdo it my own way, take liberty and string-link four of these five line poems together. |
| Am I supposed to love this song? If I don't, I must be wrong? How will you and I ever get along? Should I lift my voice above yours, higher in the outdoors, yet dark, dance alone on the floor? Am I supposed to dig this beat, a plain platter I should eat? You idle at the juke, while I take my seat. Angels seem sing you a melody, but for me it's a felony, no feeling. Processed meat — watery baloney. I do not have to sing along. All these years getting strong, dining on mimics that don't compare to Beethoven. But you would think they won a prize, color pop fills your eyes. But if you look deep in grooves, its just a guise. Am I supposed to sing this song, just so we all get along, even though heard a hundred times in Sweden? I won't attune to Stockholm Syndrome. Take that record and go home. I think I will comprise something more than glittery lies like a lullaby. Yeah, I changed the rhyme. |
| Autumn Fade (limited time) Bliss sky, dry your color. Bleed these fading days. Once-crisp leaves dull, damp - tacked - earth - magnets, nary skitter nor scatter, cloy, as boot-brown rot. She reaches for my hand. Huddled, sightless, destined I walk, guided toward your flame-consumer horizon. In cold, her glove hand holds the worn, woolen sleeve. On a hard neck she nuzzles, embeds that warm flowing. Gentle-touching autumn wisps atop sun-spotted skin, comes a whisper, "I love you, dear," so near, but far off as frost glowing. Confession, ‘there was a time I wanted you closer, my love, tight-held in depth within’. Time erodes and washes all out. Leaves were tender as green eyes, fog-recall in shared fall comfort. The woman who buttons my coat, hand-kneads a sloping form, forlorn gazes upon you. All consideration given, she must see something I don’t, or something that I won’t? Three quarters of the way home, faith-belief of tomorrow, promises to love better. No escape from her, marked. Lost leaves yet tug at me, slow stride, ‘til washed black. 9.21.24 Happy Birthday Mom!! Re-edited on this last day, 9.30.24, to better serve perspective with narrative from ‘loose lips’ and ‘talk is cheap’ to: what good a silent, masculine wall? If we are infinite in each moment, what worth words, unproven, in a hollow-space-void between two bonded atoms in netherworld, sharing coffee, chocolate, and a laugh with someone’s stinky feet lingering near? I can master the inconceivable as unknown. Worth enough.  NOTE (it's boring) ▼ |
| Red-and-White Pinwheel Wind turbine, lone pin-wheeling, on your horizontal axis, anchored silent in thick grass, I glimpsed with a curious eye, you, geometric wonder. Your curved plastic cups blading invisible molecules of air invading. Compulsion counterclockwise and colorful, swirl on, raised by gripped straw, guided by the young hand. About our lonely yard, natural By Newton-force law, actual peculiar propeller, torque motion blaze amazing to her sole child dreamer. In youth haste, neglectfully placed on the driveway night to morn. Swept and thrown by lightning storm, anguishing black nights spent alone, when in full sun, reborn. She found you in tender green, Under a flock of ladies — stoic tulips, vegetal hyacinth. Lying down the groceries, considered you with a frown. Anew, skewered you in her ground to compare within the garden, join a bright array of swooning blooms. Life consumed a pale plastic, brittle-cracked in harsh elements. Factory-shaped skin eroded. Eager pinwheel, head above weed, carved on, funneled flows unseen churning, turned over and over. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ How many years has it been? Winters in snow, frozen in melt, long starved seasons rigid with sweet reunion this spring thaw How you reappear again Stationed in wait, surviving amid decay, blades thin, worse for wear before lips pursed blow that first burst of air — miraculous rotation with wisp wings longingly lifted. In my grip, take one last spin, sluice the inhaled flowage, dream and run with your boy. Your foils wobble, a bit slower than recalled, and smaller. Of all our days logged behind her old house, now this…the best. I’m scratching my head again. Dreams as your aviator recalled, as my heart climbs now nearer to Heaven. Savior Mom, see? My cherished pinwheel. ~ ~ ~ I would grin another day. at her desk, writing your ode. When opened the jammed drawer to rummage in her clutter Oh, pinwheel! She missed our games. I peruse the words on a page, The final note to us from her: So much depends upon the striped pin wheel, inhaling air in its dividing house, comparing to my brightest tulips that flex and swoon, where it anchors while he’s been away. Your breaths send back every thrust, a pretty twirl — his tiny turbine engine that made giants of men. He didn’t forget you in weed I failed to spade, certain of your grip amid chill-white pilings year in and out, Tulips and hyacinth forever sleep beneath before I join soon too in June, the last station. Sorry you can't tag along. He'll find you, I'm sure. So much did depend on you, that breathes inside of him. Tell him how wonderful to have you as companion, that I love him, dearly, with wind that sends us back. ~ ~ That's my pinwheel, childhood friend. Lies in keepsakes; never bury, but with me goes, at the end. ~ 96 lines, free verse, poem within a poem, story poem WCW inspired reference “You may have noticed that your pinwheel looks like a wind turbine. That's because they are in a way! The colorful wheel has “blades” that spin counterclockwise when air passes through it. The blades are three dimensional and act as “cups” to capture the air so that they can move with the power of the wind.” https://discoverystation.org/pinwheel-wind-turbines/# “Objects rotate due to the application of a torque or rotational force, which is often caused by an external influence. In more detail, rotation in physics is a movement that occurs when a force is applied not at the center of mass of an object, but at a distance from it. This force is known as torque.” https://www.tutorchase.com/answers/ib/physics/what-causes-objects-to-rotate# "Musical Poetry" |
| The sun smothering persistence is one hurtled into your atmosphere ~ permanence ~ until you relent. Be prepared to lose your breath as I resuscitate you with eager lips' ~ emergence ~ In response, you tremble, assured by love's embrace. 9.14.24 As it stands for now...as I coined it earlier along with: Maybe, we shouldn't expect love and witness it's arrival like serendipity. ~ Me, just now. |
| Snails leave entrails ~ sands of time an endless journey. Mollusks, like emails, still endeavor. Unlike slugs, don't disengage ancestral luggage since forever. Evolved slugs, nanos faster. Less outfit, not trailer-hitched like snails, with weight they master, shoulder a sweaty buggy on beaches where its muggy. Go ahead, hide frail snail, in your calcified jail ~ easy prey, no delicacy unlike slug, like a bug, snuggles in bark and stone, a flat-life wonder. Special reproductive functions can compare in this pair, hermaphrodite to asexual. Freaky, funky slug and snail swing or sway, whichever way. Where they lay, either stinky ~ one straight, the other kinky. Lose the Winnebagos snails, and we'll collect them along those trails, left by rectum. 9.5.24 25 lines Edge: Slugs, post modern funk Wild Card: Snails, classical The main difference between slugs and snails* ▼ |
 I'm aware the promise to always love you was the moment you opened your eyes and saw me with what wonder. You, new to the world, and me, new to awe of a small hand reaching, grasping a thick thumb — the next moment recalled. I was unaware, when it became unwritten promise I'd teach you everything. Yet wondered how you grew, somehow — as unaware, how that voice would sing after gliding where we rowed many hours logged in our green, comfy chair. From that window, aware and hoping all of nature could see but not compare to the love you'd given me. How confident legs ran right for open arms, well aware you'd plunge my chest like the deepest ocean bared for you, protected and spared any lurking evil should it ever dare. All too aware, prayed where we read together in a small bed each night, a fight coming to stay alight, struggled in those sands together before free of that fog remaining hours logged by her to dream you forever. Laying aware in silence, finally convinced of this marvel, not dread. Wonder of dreams that charm the crown in cuddled plush, slept tight to grow up right. My lifelong friend offers hugs, with a grip strong to soothe slouch shoulders, stiff of neck. Aware, you'll offer anything, beverage to bring, snack where I nap and gaze the autumn tree, ponder its colorful arrival. Truly aware in this phase, the ease to laze in our old chair, unplanned adventure possibility yet before winter white paints the step. Awareness now, cocoa clutched, the blanket on my lap. Garland and tinsel greet needles and rails. Your words adorn shortest days. Brighter story, a melodious tumult with cadence marches from a resonating man's chamber, echoes love undying, with knowing — you're aware. 8.26.24 58 lines It's been forecasted; what I wish I could have offered: "Invalid Entry" At outset, written to Pachelbel Canon in D with reminder of the classical musical mobile above his head on the carpeted floor where he learned to reach, see those lights lit when touched and old dad singing his full name in 10 easy syllables to Mozart's Eine kleine Nachtmusik. |
| The Red Canyon Heat rises on a dust plain, distorts wilt-flowers, the dry fauna fading. My bones warm when your blooms reveal, soul-heal each limb lit by refracted, amber light. You offer a lotion-smoothed hand, place inside a weathered mitt. Exactly the way I remember the first night, when you walked upon your father’s stoop. Your gait, still easy. I lack amble function. We walk the length of a solid porch. Our haven, shade where we rock, glide side-by-side in silence, in knowing, all though these years. A moment arrives so perfect, I kiss you. Any flashback since the day I was born couldn’t compare, witness your arriving joy, like the cicadas, tremor from invigorated rest. You stand to refill our lemonade. My hand brushes the soft underside of your boot-cut denim. I beg, “Please, don’t be long,” grinning like the boy. With sunsets as red as wood-glow fire, in our cayenne canyon of soaring rock, time eternal to the vortex clock. Sky washes starry-black on the bedroom porch. No hunger for dinner tonight, wrapped in silk linen. The sandalwood aroma drift encircles cooling limbs entwined, when I hear tender beating beneath breathing. You cradle a tender man, soothed. Stolen glances absorb calm of irises, color sunrise, renew these pale eyes. Fuel, the warmth of that hand, heating a soul's canyon. ----------- 6.5.24 32 lines, free verse 6.10.24 some major, hopeful final, edits. 6.13 tweaked a bit more, tightened. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Imagine many years from now in dry heat of Arizona, I’ll put boots up, she’ll drop capri-wrapped sticks atop, idle in our solitude. After all the years, having spoken all that need be said, transmissions eternal will send between two sated hearts via quieted souls. Prompt: “They might have aged 50 years, but when they held (hands), those hands felt exactly like they did the first time.”
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| A Fine Mess Perfectly fine answers echo the room. Because, perfect IS the enemy of good. And it stands to reason, fine is associated with perfect, deemed better than merely good. Yet, the mere utterance of good as response suffices. Nowadays, perfect, alone, reigns supreme. So, why get all tangled up with fine? Their expression may be discarded as archaic. If perfunctorily pretentious perfect punctuates positive response, then fine and good go at each other. Good wins. Fine behaves as sniveling or sycophant little brother. Good be cool, modifies with merely, or not. The contentious pair had partnered as ‘fine goods’, yet few noticed or cared. They split when perfect hung around too often. Fine, then! Good, I hope you’re happy. Good merely split, while fine stood behind a perfect fool. Eventually there’d be scandal. Perfect retains status, speaks to the common good. Merely sidles up, time to time, seeing perfect union to soften long-held public perception. They sometimes coincide. Perfect, meanwhile, is elusive, vexing, could team with good and neither would care — come together or not. Merely fine might be seen together, when it’s discovered none are monogamous, let alone synonymous, to realize: none are perfect. 5.17.24 There is stuff I write, and there’s stuff I write. This is something I wrote, still and always working on. Hope its good enough for you. Or not. Its all good and fine? |
| I’ve been writing and squirreling it away because I don’t have time to share lately. But, I will share a text sent to my spouse this morning…a snippet of something my unending mind could more fully speak into existence, time permitting, if I actually knew eyes between ears would give consideration to the blooming sea of an ordinary brain that wants/strives to be (accepted as) beautiful (amidst all the waste called ugliness — my own): Was creating observational humor the other day in the carwash when the lyrics “same as it ever was” splashed and assaulted my brain. I decided now to look at song meetings for The Talking Heads “Once In A Lifetime.” https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/43180/ The commenter with 22 likes stated it best (to me) with another remarking beneath about something that always nags me…”It (song) kind of talks about how if a the wheels of a brain stop spinning(,) it is technically dead…if we just accept everything for what it is, and don't question things or stop to think for a second, we're not really living.” And what am I always doing but questioning life, obsessed with thought I routinely express if not verbally, in writing? Writing gives perspective. Writing is stuff on a greaseboard wall that no one visits. (Many new thoughts relate to this). So, to avoid the existential abyss, I need to ask myself what is this thing called writing and why am I doing it? What are these observations I am having and why do I think anybody would respond to it? More importantly, David Byrne’s use of symbolism with water. The top commenter overlooked the lyrics poetic quality. Water is a symbol for life, washes things away, gives us life and holds it all together. And it’s a mystery beneath the surface, further hiding us from truth we all seek. At its essence, the song is about baptism (once we accept this is our life), same as it ever was. And, what you do with it will only mean something to oneself. For me, it’s been a perpetual sense of wonder. Now, ‘into the blue again’. 4.19.23 Who cares where it begins and ends, jump in the stream anyway. Don’t just watch it go by. If someone is there to baptize you, make sure it’s your faith and not theirs that you commit to before taking that leap. Once immersed, you may struggle for breath and your own life as they hold you under. It’s your commitment, your blessing, your life (and how you live it) that gives satisfaction only to you, and none other. No matter how you live it, they will either accept or ignore you, but ultimately, could bend and warp your strength and beauty, when manipulators steal a little something from your soul-essence. Claim it back. Choose nirvana with your tequila. Another sunrise coming. Don’t linger in the dark past day break. ‘Tequila…sunrise’ — yeah, thought it. Are the words ever really that far from one another in any vernacular? Can you guess what I’m thinking now? It makes me so sad ‘we live’ so ‘far apart’ and are virtually (double entendre) on the same page of illumination (doubling down). Sadder…the division widening. I echo the preceding text’s final thought, because all I ever hear is my own voice, even inside this four-wall box of a life. |
Con-cocked I’m the envelope you fill with your craft, Red paper hearts strung in a row enter this soul. When I’m sealed, stamped by your tender hand Deliver me to that destined land. The warmth of your crimson constructive Lip-sticks me from within from your heat. Our delivered fate from post I’ll inscribe With saturate ink pursed lips imbibed. 2.29.24 In progress…
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| Someone knocked all those balls I was juggling out of the sky.I suddenly have a new view of the world. |
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A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.
― Paul Cezanne
Thanks for your participation in my 'art' challenge via my notebook feed.
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