Abstract Photo by Marsha Heiken
sing the sundown
a refrain for the ages
your sky forever
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“Every poem an epitaph.” – TS Eliot
Legacy
All posts tagged Legacy
“Unfinished Rocks” by Karen Jacobs
stone upon stone
marks my presence
my promise to pass
what I’ve learned
of the land that its
posture embodies a
welcoming gesture
an offer to settle
one’s peace build a
home upon ground
virgin fertile receptive
to dignified seed firm
foundation for nutrient
footsteps down arable
furrows who give up
these stones to an
ethical plow one by one
over time of my journey
each facet each jag
a reflection my virtues
my vices my fortunes
and forfeits distinctly
positioned to stimulate
cool contemplation by
those who may follow
From my book Ephemera
“Florence, Italy – Arno River” by Hall Groat II
I was born of a river
stone arches first spanned
by legions of Cassius
here where the dear
Ponte Vecchio
gives me my shade
Tuscan watershed drain
fills my veins with the
coursing of Renaissance
runoff infusing my
essence with arts
of the hand and the mind
I carry a legacy
heir to the Medici patronage
deep in the rush of my
currents that charge
new young streams
in pursuit of their paths
there is love in my waters
enough to bathe history
think of me, drink of me
sail on my shoulders
until you decide
where tomorrow will run
(originally posted November 2013)
Artist – Michael Mentler
solid trappings of history
garland the statues
we sculpted with decades
experience rests
in each wrinkle of stone
we are marble or granite
who found final poise
in the drama of purpling
sundown that slants itself
into our unblinking
permanent eyes fixed
with satisfied gaze
on posterity wondering
under stilled brows
what it sooner or later
will etch for a hallmark
across gray remarkable
stockworks of veins
mapping character
such as we shaped with
the best of intentions
when life gave through
everchange postures the
fluid rehearsals for dying
(originally posted January 2014)
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(originally posted June 2013)
when time seals
shut my mind
and flesh flees
from my bone
will the mark
I leave behind
impress the
sand or stone
“Feuertanz” by Nele Kugler
feed him to the flames
keep the darkness at bay
brilliant bones
flagrant light for her grief
leads her unto tomorrow
strength gained from the loss
from remembering
posture of singleton pride
how to stand under weight
of dead gravity
confidence culled
from astonishing anguish
the means to become
all the better from worse
gifts bequeathed by the fire
“The Letter” by George Goodwin Kilburne
let them know how you feel
let them know what you think
speak your mind with a candid
assessment of why they are wrong
refrain from ad hominem epithets
this is no time for politeness but
neither will crudity land your points
home just explain how they’ve
failed to keep faith with the values
embraced by their very sworn oaths
make them see through their blindness
and hear through their deafness use
sharply drawn words that will penetrate
even the dead calloused skin of their
conscience for this is your birthright of
duty a solemn condition of liberty’s
legacy granting your great wealth
of power and privilege conferred by
the title of citizen sharing republic
“Abstract Collage 7” by Yvonne Feavearyear
a lifetime of days
crafted pieces of time
from thin air
laced with sighs
and thin shimmering
tendrils of smoke
random shapes
tandem moments
constructed with
odd bits of balsa
and baling twine
splashes of paint
lend emotional colors
a slap-dash of light
pulled through clouds
of a weathering sky
nothing planned
an impulsive pastiche
of convenience
mixed media art
using words
interspersed
with collage
here and there
as they’re found
on the ground
near to hand
these temporal objects
unmeant for a gallery
fit merely for quiet
museums of mind
a lifetime of days
this body of work
“Decorative Graveyard” by Christopher Stead
grabbing mendicants by their humility
you fling them insouciant like ragdolls aside
smacking down the least threatening talent
that so much as lifts up a competent hand
your swaggering insensate skin undeterred
clears a fat assed man’s path for your greatness
to wrangle the rainbows and sunbeams
in sheaves of light holstered alongside
your chariot glowing like warrior’s fasces
enarmed with your monogramed blades
swelled pride for your bootstraps and ladder rung toes
leaves no space in your heartscape for mercy or care
loveless journeys enable your conquering ways
and your raising up castles of unpeopled gloom
in each land where you crowned yourself king
but unable to see either people who hate
or dismiss you as tinhorn nonentity
you never quite realize that no other people exist
or that you will leave only one mark on the world
the unadorned print of your much pissed on grave
“Family Reunion Abstract” by Ruth Yuhas
spirits surround me
singing their centuries
watching me teaching me
holding me up to a standard
of ancestry gauging my fit
in this story of bloodlines
collections of characters
famous and infamous
hopeful and hopeless
the brave and the craven
my place in the train
of this intimate history
left to their judgment
of all they will see in my eyes
just before being closed
by the coins of viaticum
Poesy plus Polemics 