“Kochel Graveyard” by Wassily Kandinsky
push the dream
down the line
it can wait
there’s no rush
look ahead
make a plan
loosely set
time will come
always does
then again
sometimes time
just runs out
Future
All posts tagged Future
“The Vagaries of Luck” by Alejandro Montañez
old minds new things
incompatible concepts
change comes on like a train
sound and fury and speed
compose calculus of fear
the terrors of infirmity
facing new regimens
details unknown
unforeseeable therapies
incomplete panoplies
unrecognizable faces
peer out from the shadows
what spaces await
disobedient bones
to accommodate
badly turned plans
no grave will be made
in a north country forest
whose trees will have
since disappeared
like their very own
leaves of a season
the once cherished
rural aesthetic forsaken
by force of the flesh
the unkindness of time
will decide where and when
for new endings
the power to write them
transferred and invested in
vagaries given to chance
“Warp Speed” by Thomas Woolworth
if I could fly faster than time
beyond reach of tomorrows
I might just recover my yesterdays
live them again with more grace
recast my old age with some dignity
passion and pride once so fierce
given over to patience and modesty
faster than time is a speed that needs
magic momentum of mind
special powers of dreamscape
creating remarkable visions
behind sleeping eyes from the
yearnings of penitent conscience
to make the impossible possible
“Turning Point” by Gabrielle Matser
live your life
in the now
not the then
nor the when
here and now
in its present
perfection of
heady vitality
duly immediate
taste it and
touch it and
tuck it among
your retrievable
memories
see what the
here-and-gone
moment may
hold in the folds
of its purpose
breathe deep
of enriched air
experience
fleetingly offered
to lovers of time
built from
intricate instants
each one quite
unique and unlikely
to come
back around
if you miss it
you might just
have missed
your one chance
at a turning point
catalyst given
to stop-starting
life with a veer
in direction
a fortunate bend
toward tomorrows
who but for that
singular moment
could never
have made
themselves known
we become
from experience
all of our private
eternities stem
from ignoring
or noticing
pinpoints of time
“Eggscapism” by Duy Huynh
the end exists somewhere
near as Antarctic icebergs
or far as the red mounds of Mars
but it’s nonetheless out there
untroubled by patience or haste
exerting its gradual pull
upon lavabo tides
where my sins wade and wash
drawing me closer
through capillary filaments
wicking my liquids
that audibly drip
to an ancient slow cadence
into beakers of ether and ambergris
backlit by polychrome minerals
whose luminous facets
are turned toward the truth
here someday may curious
researchers fattened on
all the fresh wisdom
of unknown tomorrows
study my essence
test its ethical content
and learn from mistakes
that outlive me
(originally posted April 2013)
Illustration from Marketing Site for CGM Squared
the romantic renegades
culture’s iconoclasts
defying convention
with insurgent ideas
by their own unique lights
they crash through perimeters
eschewing old doors
cut new courses
across virgin landscapes
and uncharted seas
these are the dreamers
who imagine a nation
still untapped of potential
who build the new engines
of positive change
who innovate normalcy
tearing new holes
to an uncertain future
where American grit
might reclaim the heights
while most fall ignored
with eccentric repute
some turn round to find
they acquired a train
some call these anathema
to uneasy conservatives
too in love with tradition
but conservative truth
knows America’s tradition
loves the bold and the brave
(originally posted April 2013)
“Prescience” by Charles Houghton Howard
touch tomorrow
reach out with the curious
fingers of dreams
yesterday having become
just another numb brain crease
Photo from Pompeii, Italy
some trees will not touch the ground
roots instead plumb ethereal planes
the aesthetical apertures in between
ill-fated ruins of structural yesterday
timber with great vibrance and vigor
majestic and stalwart with purpose
to convey by example the message
tomorrow remains yet perfectible
“Behind the Leaning Tower of Pisa” by Richard Neuman
feet set upon faults
of a barren dark age
a Romanesque tower
arising from torpor
leans into an aura
of renaissance light
seven bells seven tiers
in precarious symmetry
lost of their plumb
arches flourished in
circular marble arcades
Galileo employed to
refute and invalidate
Aristotelean gravity
tall sacred portals
affording the
common and curious
prospect and perch
overlooking the cycles
of conquest and failure
by sovereign city-states
sorely afflicted
with habits of war
seven tiers seven bells
octave intervals
tuned to the scales
that awaken devotion
a calling to prayer for
the day and the morrow
a song of the future
a clarified music of hope
ringing high in the air
over desolate valleys
and unhappy hills
across torrents of time
undiminished its echoes
reach down through
the indifferent silence
of secular centuries
drowning the violent din
of fanatical heresies
echoes that live
just as long as the
evident beat of
one virtuous heart
“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)
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