Borsalino Fedora
Photo from hatshopping.com
rakish battledress
armors soldiers of fortune
soft to the hand
Archives
All posts for the month September, 2014
“Winter Home at Night”
Painting by Tom Hoy
From fineartamerica.com
what grows in the winter but the cold
pushes lengthening fingers of frost
along sidewalks and down dead-end streets
up the stairs into parlors no purpose
at hand but to freeze every clock and
with that put a stop to the end of the night
“Fancy Dress Dinner Party”
Painting by Charles S. Ricketts
From bbc.co.uk
joys are public things
worn like clothes to be admired
veiling private pains
Prehistoric Engraved Bones
Photo from wikipedia.com
surgeons aren’t holy
just read their profanities
engraved on my bones
“Blowing in the Wind”
Painting by Betsy Priesing
From betsyspastels.com
strings of sunlight
make tethers of time
spent embraced
our days fierce lived
in passionate weather
betrothed to the
storm and yet
held to earth
warmly securely
each dawn-to-dusk
moment in reach
of bright blooms
flapping flagrant
from capillar stems
charged with nectars
of vital contentment
Wrecking Ball
Photo from heraldsun.com.au
truth is a weapon
raining destruction
on citadels built
from bad bones
standing meanly
false cultures
belief systems
stubbornly errant
inculcate with lies
X-Ray Telescope Photo of Exploding Star
By NASA
From statelessdancer.blogspot.com
I remember when pain
was an athletic choice
not a sanguinary sentence
imposed by a starburst
whose bleeding mass
fell from its immanence
water weight crusted
jagged energy piercing
the bones that protected
failed centers of me
Immersion Radiography Image
By Fulton WFM
From pmj.bmj.com
spontaneous filaments
leafy hand traceries urging
collateral capilar vessels to
shoot through new routes
around plaques and stenosis
corporeal instinct embedded
in brainstem and heart-stalk
a vascular dialogue of hope
in defeat of hot strictural
stormings of blizzards electric
that burn up soft internal
pectoral planes with angina
in full executioner wall-switch
dispassion for death as a duty
“Sunset on Horizon”
Photo by Bill Frymire
From billfrymire.com
dreams born to fly
weaned from pedestrian breasts
nibbling at skycrust
Illustration from
cgtrader.com
oh how I loved them
those halcyon days
burning autumn
in redolent piles
pungent cellulose
lignin alight on the air
smell of carbon
ambrosia emitted
from scintillate embers
crisp dissipate heralds
momentous of change
tell me who was it
stole them from me
from the vital molecular
eighteen percent of me
craving to savor the
mournful exchange
between carbon-based
lifeforms in passage
from here to hereafter
Poesy plus Polemics 