Auspicion

 

“Dawn at the Pond” by Karen Gillis Taylor

 

on the rise of a morning

impossible dreams

gather promise

as they lift from the

rumpled remains of a night

upon brightening bands

of an opportune sky

and the dreamer awakens

his future surprisingly cast

in array of new colors

excited by light in a way

never heretofore

hoped for or seen

Fractal Wisdom

 

“Perplexity” by Claudia Goodell

 

 

a riot of sameness
possessing illusions
at distance of difference
self-similar shapes
not of one two or three
but a fourth finely
fractioned dimension
right there just in front
of mathematical
Mandelbrot minds
but behind out of reach
of Euclidean eyes

here lies nature
evolved with
atomical symmetries
playful and modest
disporting in chaos
of quirks and complexities
finding itself more
predictable than it
intended revealed as
recursive of motion
and form adding
knowledge to laws
of quantum disorder

taken together
the concept of fractals
annuls intuition
allows mathematicians
and scientists insight
to see the more sharply
events that are probable
giving philosophers
poets and painters
new visions of
all that is possible

 

 

From my books Human Waters and Legacies (vol. 2)

Drinking Destiny

“Whiskey with Cigar”
Painting by Hal Groat II
From dailypainters.com

all that is possible

swirls in my glass

I have only to drink

this immanent liquor

these distillate dreams

to sample the future

bitter gentian notes

hint at doubts under

honeyed excitement

for sweet opportunity

soured by fear of

a finish concocted

by external hands by

some trickster distiller

who favors a random

tomorrow who blends

smoke-charred tannins

achieving sharp flavors

of chance and surprise

so that heaven forfend

my best aftertaste

choices should matter

in least or at all

Trevi

 

Trevi Fountain – Photo by Steve Snedeker

 

 

secret desires
spent in hope of the possible
coins in a fountain

Vision

“Luminous Vision”
Painting by Constantin Galceava
From etsy.com

vision is not of the eyes

it assembles itself in the mind

where glaucoma can’t reach it

an unseen but seeable imagery

poets and thinkers rely on

a figurative comprehension

imaginative within realm

of the possible given belief

that all concepts are possible

sight is not insight for insight

requires understanding

beyond what mere percepts

present incompletely to senses

in habit of being misled by

the physical features defining

the world while neglecting the

rich metaphysics the aura

philosophers recognize glowing

invisibly splendid in all that exists

or might ever yet come to exist

A Time to Every Purpose

“Holy Family”
Painting by Heidi Malott
From hmalott.blogspot.com

remember the birth
even more than the life
of the man who would die
in eclipse of our sins

in the birth is the promise
the possible everything
each newborn babe
a most lovely creation
immaculate vessel
containing all human
potential the heights of
all mortal achievements
the deepest divinely
held hopes for mankind

even more than the life
of the man who would die
in eclipse of our sins
remember the birth

Saved

“Underwater Ruins”
Digital art by helios 1027
From deviantart.com

my ministry rescues lost causes
the sunken ones tethered
to dark benthic shrines
far below sea skin surfaces
my job to open those black
drowning tides push the sun
down and down to the depths
burn the light of the possible
into your brain hope is ugly
because it bathes truth in a
waterless talcum of maybe
not handsome like certainty
honest grotesquery livid with
ways to revive sense of worth
restore purpose and path to
the purpling despondence rise up
from the bottoms and walk
with me save yourself taste
what I say smell the promise
that it can be better than this
warm and dry in the slimeless
fresh breeze of the future

For the Duke

John Wayne, American Actor, 1907-1979
Photo from wallpapers.brothersoft.com

Inspired by the following quote: “Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It’s perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we’ve learned something from yesterday.” – John Wayne

midnight comes at us clean
black and sleek as a stallion
moon tossed in his mane
eyes flashing with wisdom
picked up along trails
through yesterday’s hardships
now rested and eager
to carry your ride
into imminent morning
fresh laid of new ground
exciting with perils
of unknown horizons
so long as you promise
to give him his head

Fresh

 

“The Boy”
Photo by Emma Bradshaw
From emmabradshaw.blogspot.com

 

morning’s fresh promise

tasted with first waking breath

yesterday exhaled

 

 

The Little Bang

“Lightning in a Jar”
Illustration at luvimages.com

 

destruction as act of creation
new nothingness filling old spaces
vacuum stretched across mason-jar mouths
stopped with paraffin pauses
airless specimens
prisms cracking the light
into flat possibilities
clean of contaminant past iterations
flashed with maybe
what might be
what could be
if not, why destroy in the first place