Monthly Archives: November 2022

Dashed Against the Rocks

What prizes satin words afford!
our foreign ears made to boiling
with those that dine on finer things
describing our future delights
in fly by night campaign speeches.

Not David, but Goliaths chord
booms over the gathering throng
praising what god is left to us.
The world razed, we in its ashes,
they tell us that we are adored,

that they are umbilical cords
feeding us and making us strong.
The hollow message would echo
if the acoustics weren’t so wrong
resonating against the horde.

Insecurities long ignored
now awoken and brought along
to territories unexplored
carried away by sirens song
to rage and die on their own swords.

Juno

I felt love
the twisted turmoil of Jovian clouds
though closer than ever before
still far enough away to look like
cream colored dresses on a coffee stage
young dancers in promenade
a layered cake performance
rehearsed a million times before its premiere

I felt love
now that we were so near
that the universe had become more tangible
our vision more defined
our futures free to explore new borders.

I felt love
knowing all that came before
all those bright minds focused on a single goal
all the world in collaboration
living an alien life beyond the one we know.

Meditation

Dissect the segments into manageable bits
where they fit together, pull apart
see how they bend, break and walk.
How, as a unit, they function
to become part of a greater whole.

Now, examine where you come into this.
Has your totality served some purpose?
What motions have you made?
In what places have you fractured?
Where have you found yourself contorted?
So examined, can you pull yourself together?

All of this in concert is terrifying
as an avalanche rushing down
eager for violent embrace,
but apart – tis no more than falling snow.

It is the act of knowing a thing that makes it small;
not the crushing of it beneath heel.
Such violence will only stick with you
harder to clean off with every step.
Seek instead the kindness of curiosity,
find in it the courage to be greater;
and learn enough of yourself to know another.

Rhapsody

Who –
who
        are the wires attached to
those dangling strings must end on limbs
      loose now, but most times taught
bringing to heel those movements transposed
        imposed
by a handler at the other end
[rhapsody]

Who –
who’s joy are we seeing?
      the puppets joy can be inferred from context
          an elaborate event, well staged
  but just above their head a storm cloud of strings
like tentacles grasping from sea floor rocks;
    there is danger in this kind of truth.

Who –
who would concede so easily
    and not follow their suspicions to the puppeteer?
  Surely this rhapsody is theirs.
      they move the strings to the songs they sing
bringing the puppet to life,
  though when the wires die,
so too the light in their eyes
  for the mind within is troubled.

Who –
        who then is rhapsody?
    is it anybody or nobody?
        The mirage of a destiny we wish to manifest
from either end of those strings.