
Image From Pinterest
liquid mysteries
like nights in Icosium
savory perils
From my books Range of Motion and Riverthink
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liquid mysteries
like nights in Icosium
savory perils
From my books Range of Motion and Riverthink
“Vanilla Seascape” by Alena Shymchonak
small work is troubling
for fingers who’ve fallen
afflicted with paradox
chronically pained in
the gnarl of the knuckles
while fingertips numbed
lost of all sense of touch
small work is troubling
for eyes who can no longer
find enough light
the dimensions of clarity
stolen by dint of disease
leaving only the large
parts of life to their ken
no more elegant ships
from the grand age of sail
will reach deft re-creation
by hands of a nautical mind
every sailor who comes
at last home to the land
understands the same loss
now holds naught but dry
dreams that remember
those fortunate few
who met poignant demise
with a relevant rapture
for death well and fine
at blest bottoms of seas
“Purple Eye” by Joel Wright
savory perils
like nights in Icosium
liquid mysteries
(originally posted April 2013)
“Eagle Eye” – Image from pinterest.com
why do birds have eyes
for creatures
no others can see
what have they done
to earn private feast
biologically blessed
exalted by mute evolution
with powers to
measure and judge
every nuance
of movement
within seas of motion
like wavering acres
of tall flowing grass
or lamentable thoughts
that escape
down the cheeks
of a guilt-shaken man
(originally posted November 2013)
“La Clairvoyance” by Rene Magritte
eyes within eyes
blessed and cursed
with two clarities
seeing what is
seeing what is to be
helpless witness
precognitive annalist
doomed to record
unchangeable future
as if it is past
forced to feed
today’s mind
here and now
on bread
yet to be baked
by the hands
of tomorrow
ensuring a slow
painful watch
on emergent
starvation
a foreshortened life
understood since
the day it was born
(originally posted December 2013)
“Leap of Faith” by Tiffany Davis-Rustam
small fluid dynamics
the barely perceptible
nourishing nuances
gently enmeshed in
the ebb and the flow
within delicate tissues
an aqueous breathing
of crystallin lenses
miraculous organs
enlighten the brain
taking into one’s ken
form and function
of all that exists
in the visible world
concrete insights
admitting of knowledge
and yet despite all
that is seen remain
deeper realities ever
invisible mysteries
vital insensible truths
that may only be reached
by one daring enough
to suspend the mechanics
of cognitive vision
shirk safety and
step from the edge
of that rational ledge
direct into the
ungrounded air
of a brave
leap of faith
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cats put me off
so slyly contrived
insincere of affection
they couldn’t care less
what I want from my life
too busy ignoring me
haughty contempt
in magnificent eyes
so convinced
of their gifts
was there ever a purr
or a pat by a paw
that wasn’t completely
self-serving
(originally posted January 2014)
“Abstract Raven” by Silja Erg
the crow’s eye
can see me
in fact it sees
through me
to voices
once heard
in a hurricane
grim revelations
dark animate
prophecies
echoes that still
haunt my hollows
where marrow
fled destiny
spilled itself
into chilled cups
of glass wind
I will not
be afraid
anymore
not again
will I shiver
at words
in my brain
I will not
believe
black birds
are omens
not even this
unnatural
creature with
lips speaking
under its breath
“I can see you”
(originally posted January 2014)
“Sourire” by Corinne Romand Maitrepierre
crinkled crow’s feet
mark a penchant for laughter
wealth in the creases
(originally posted January 2014)
Abstract Photo by Blind Artist Craig Royal
what is it the blind man
can see with his mind
might it be the perfection
we sighted can’t find
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“We’re blind to our blindness. We have very little idea of how little we know. We’re not designed to know how little we know.” – Daniel Kahneman
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