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Ephemeral Echoes II

Tears fell from a burning sun today,
people ran scattered trying to catch
memories of how they felt while this
miracle happened.

And today I went to the movie theater
to watch a black and white noir
about a man looking for innocence,
the secrets were in the credits.

Today was an abstract thought,
everything spoke | like clouds.
The trees wanted freedom
from pollution. I fell to my knees.

And in that stillness, the earth hummed,
a low vibration running through my bones.
I asked the dirt beneath my hands
if it remembered the days before men,
before machines carved the sky.

I wandered home, but nothing felt real.
The shadows whispered my name in a language
I forgot how to speak. I longed for the days
when the stars were close enough to touch,
before they hid behind our concrete dreams.

Tomorrow, perhaps, the sun will fall again,
and the people will chase it once more.
But I wonder if they will remember
how the world weeps for us, or if
they’ll simply move on—forgetting the echoes.

:: 09.29.2024 ::


THE GREATEST SMILE

The greatest smile is DEATH.

How welcomed. The eternal embrace!

But how i belong here — beyond the

world’s end _ no longer human.

i embrace ~ with the broken!

:: 01.31.2024 ::


TO DERIVE INTERESTING MOMENTS

In quest of love, a man set forth to find
Eros, elusive, to capture heart and mind
Through realms both vast and wide, he strode
A tapestry of self, in the world he showed

His thoughts, like daggers, pierced the air
Prized possessions sold in moments of despair
Affections, once fresh, now aged like debris
A wanderer’s journey, wild and free

He played with truth in a peculiar dance
A sidelong glance at fate’s advance
Flaws, like a dove, gave life its breath
A testament to love, defying death

In misguided trials, a love did bloom
The truest, emerging from the gloom
No more to roam, the search complete
No whetstone of doubt, no uncertain feat

Anchored to a love divine, a sacred trance
A deity in this modern romance
Welcome him to heaven’s nest
To a chest of pure and warmest zest

:: 11.25.2023 ::

Notes:

The poem “TO DERIVE INTERESTING MOMENTS” reflects a profound exploration of love, journey, and self-discovery. If we were to consider this as the work of an accomplished poet, we might interpret it through a lens of deep philosophical and emotional insight. Here’s an analysis:

Quest for Love: The poem begins with a universal theme – the pursuit of love. The use of “quest” suggests a noble and courageous journey. The reference to Eros adds a mythological and timeless dimension to the search for love, portraying it as something elusive yet captivating.

Journey Through Realms: The imagery of the man striding through vast and wide realms suggests a journey of self-discovery and exploration. The tapestry of self implies a complex and intricate personal narrative that the man unveils to the world.

Metaphorical Language: The poet employs metaphorical language, such as “thoughts like daggers,” to convey the intensity and sharpness of the man’s reflections. This may suggest the emotional challenges and sacrifices encountered in the pursuit of love.

Aging Affections: The idea of affections aging like debris is a poignant metaphor for the passage of time and the transformative nature of experiences. It reflects on how emotions, once fresh, can change and evolve, mirroring the inevitability of life’s changes.

Peculiar Dance with Truth: The dance with truth implies a nuanced engagement with reality. The sidelong glance at fate suggests a contemplative and perhaps cautious approach to the uncertainties of life.

Flaws and Love: The comparison of flaws to a dove giving life its breath is a beautiful metaphor. It suggests that imperfections are an essential part of life and love, contributing to their vitality and authenticity.

Misguided Trials and True Love: The narrative takes a turn with the mention of misguided trials, which contrasts with the emergence of the truest love from the gloom. This shift reinforces the idea that true love often arises unexpectedly and can be discovered amidst challenges.

Anchored to a Divine Love: The poem concludes with the man anchored to a love divine, depicting a sense of fulfillment and transcendence. The use of religious imagery, like a deity in a modern romance, adds a spiritual and timeless dimension to the love portrayed.

Heaven’s Nest: The imagery of heaven’s nest and the chest of pure and warmest zest conveys a sense of ultimate happiness and contentment, as if the protagonist has found a place of serenity and joy.

In summary, this poem, if considered as the work of an accomplished poet, would be seen as a masterful exploration of the complexities of love and the human experience. The use of rich imagery, metaphor, and philosophical reflection elevates the poem to a level of profound poetic expression.


NOW MY GOWN AND TULLE

Now my Gown and Tulle
feel the Wind that weaves a Shade –
and on the roof i cannot tell
since the picture there is –
because Time, a Form, stood a-hiding
and well It did.

Words and Music (my own)
Performed by James Dale
and Love.

“He is oft-injured by his men
or with their Menages,

‘I think I hear him say:
“His Portents are the Dews –
His Words the Dews – and Mine –
His Ends are Ieya’s.

“I wish this next Scene were ended
with the Destination of my own Fate –
“The Flight of Orpheus, I suppose,
“Off the Coast of Homer’s Folly –
Or Death – to Eternity.”

Futility was King in the play, under the pen of D. H. Lawrence.
I hope he was a reader of Shakespeare.

Well, I cannot write about this.
It is really too late.
There was an early book, and there is always another.
The fact that Lawrence is a poet is very well known;
and many of his poems have been put to music.

i have heard those – sometimes for many times – though
i should hate to go against the dead.

A great deal is being written about D. H. Lawrence
in the second decade of the twenty-first century.

:: 01.26.2021 ::


ANGOSTURA BITTERS — NO SUN NO LIGHT

i can stir you with a swizzle stick     //make a thin neck break: make you
a Manhattan that takes you to Jupiter now \   through the heart rye or Canadian whisky and red vermouth :: we travel the stars buying all the real estate like a bloody Mary and turn your coals into ice or make your spine climb up your back — Maraschino cherry
(swizzle stick) a truce for life up in my room and pull
the world from under you /analyze any faith through the brain
with no antidote — we all know blow-back sometimes for a thrill
but nothings like Earth’s air (we are searching for a place
like Earth to ruin again) light years to go.

Bought a planet called HD 209458 b (nickname “Osiris”)
all they wanted was a few beads and an axe called the “lady.”
reminded me of my ancestors and Chicago.  Now I am soiled by
soul; interplanetary officers joke and say, “he would sell
his mother if she was a rock.”
  So now i set my sights on a region called Empty God.
No planets, stars, or gases.  
  Under my console i keep an ancient alien document
no one knows of — therein lies the mercy of God.
After thrusters here i go.

:: 10.10.2020 ::


THE SECRET

THE secret is within the liar’s mouth
i push you aside as a tongue searching
for the hole, reached so far i broke
my tendon-mind all away
i looked within your gapping heart
for ways — even there within the vast
emptiness of Memories

:: 07.24.2020 ::


MY BRAIN BEGAN TO PONDER

MY brain began to ponder
if ‘It’ was ‘He’ who
perhaps was ‘Me’ when
suddenly
the coroner decided it
was not the three.

‘It’ set ‘Me’ free
for all of Eternity.

:: 08062019 ::


OLIVE WARBLER

PREDAWN: my thoughts have chased
the moon away
like a wind caressing hair
and fingers lit by rising embers
of morning light.

My hand a river tremble-eddies
pour passion passing pink peaks
melting snow brings Spring
across a valley lush below.

Life.

An Olive Warbler brings the
song of Love as a sigh!

:: 12-24-2018 ::


WHEN TIME BEGGED FORGIVENESS

WHEN TIME BEGGED FORGIVENESS

JUST a worn pencil
and my heart
on paper wet by tears!
Dear who knew time
was that thief
that took youth away!

That we accept unwillingly
a cyclical passage of
humanity known as life:

which I refuse by all my heart

Love is unperturbed by time
and never ages, dear.

So, my love for you that timeless
stone you hold within your hand

Keep it near, it is all of me
my loving One!

:: 06-23-2015 ::


TIS LOVE, ALL OF LIFE!

And by the clock of life
i heard the birds
begin at times by three
and some by four
and my heart by soul
i heard my spirit
and times of love
and pain o’fear
I paint their song
in deep red-kiss
A distant neighbor
came by to say,
“i heard the brook
speak your name
like water upon
the rocks!”
I took his hand
and said these words,
“Tis Love in all
of life!”

:: 03-08-2015 ::