celestial inclusiveness

Nov 2016

spysgrandson

spending time with you is like
being cast eternally as a character in
a Terrence Malick film, a narrator dictating
our every move, our scripts unfolding
in slow, mesmerizing motion

someone always has to die in these tales
and question the almighty's purpose, if there
be one, beyond birth and return to the earth;
the time between being swallowed
by our eyes, undigested

I am ****** in as well, slowly, by the lungs
of our creator, whose exhalations come as oceans of light,
though high tides recede to reveal dark shores,
our inevitable demise, before painful,
interminable resurrections

you have to be a Terrence Malick fan...

Nov 2016

Traveler

THE AESTHETICS OF RELIGION

As for the aesthetics of religion

Even though I don't believe

If it's beautiful, I will listen...

Traveler Tim

Nov 2016

Sincerely Em

Oh, Lord ..

Can I skip ahead in line, please?

Surely You can see ..

Plans haven't been going as planned
I've been roaming endlessly

I need not to say my goodbyes
They've waived me that dance, You see -

I tried jumping out of Earth last time
But I just fell back into the seas

It's like swimming in oceanic galaxies
Suffocating on infinite catastrophes

Just as my head reaches the surface
The heavens collapse over me

They say I know nothing of my tears -
Nor of the world I sense or feel

So they caged me deep within their ribs, You see -
They claim it is safer in here ..

My breaths are only fading, inside
My eyes have not the strength to seek -
The light on the other side of their flesh -
Of their flesh in which they buried me

So I have been roaming endlessly ..

Wounded. Lost. Cannot breathe ..
Befriended by tears. Blinded. I know not of sleep

I see souls in a queue not ready to leave;
They have exhales from inhales yet to be breathed

But I'm just an ink-less broken feather
Over papers I weep
I cannot write down my sorrows
But I'm sure, You can see ..

I'm ready to die oh Lord!

Can I skip ahead in line, please?

Sincerely, Em

#poetry #life #trapped

Nov 2016

spysgrandson

the dog in the pond

the boy leaned his head back
and proclaimed the clouds looked like
a dog in a pond

when in his three years had he seen
a dog in a pond? who taught him you could see
anything in the heavens?

trees spouting marshmallow blossoms
white angels in a kangaroo choir, dragons
breathing scarlet fire

who would tell him he saw but vapor
and light? who could make his hound drown
by ******* dry such a beautiful blue?

today, while with my three year old grandson in the park, he observed the clouds looked like a dog in a pond--there is much to be missed in the sky

Nov 2016

spysgrandson

challenger deep, revisited*

a sextillion tons of sea above me
I am watchful sentinel, in the trench
Mariana--what strange creatures visit,
in this world without light

day or night matters not, here,
where pressures are beyond measure
yet these beings glide by, more drifting
dreams than sluggish flesh

my neighbors yet belch fire,
steam, and black cream from their bellies
as I did in my youth, but
I am now silent

and though I have perfect recall
of all that has ever happened, I am crevice
without the crease of time, and remember
not one sorrowful thing

*The “challenger deep” is the deepest point in the Mariana Trench , 6.8 miles below sea level. I wrote of it only a few days ago, but am drawn back to its depths.

Nov 2016

spysgrandson

Mekong water

the only sounds, the sloshing of our jungle boots
and a cricket symphony

the air affluent with the odor of  the paddies
oxen dung, rice-rich stagnant water

a lone golden cloud I see has two lives--one in the western sky;
another on the water’s face

and it suffers two fates, in unison, as light fades, while sky
births crimson before it morphs to black

in its silent death throes, I see the cloud melt from the heavens
but on the water its departure is less graceful

blurred, convulsive from our mad marching, our soles slaughtering
a would be perfect reflection of  firmament

Nov 2016

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

The Sky (10w)

A vault
in which our secret,
silent prayers are kept.

By Lady R.F ©2016

#Sky #Vault #Secret #Silent #Prayers

Oct 2016

spysgrandson

her white words

white caps, near her shore
nothing more--those and voices
in the breaking waves

she alone hears,
as code deciphered,
their scribe, she is

faithful to the crashing
rhythm, in which she reads
the dance of the dead

countless fishes' swishes,
harpooned whales’ wailing, myriad men
mourning, as vessels foundered

white caps, waves, sand
symphony she alone hears, sees, smells
and understands as dirge

For Vicki B, though I don't remember why...

Oct 2016

spysgrandson

once a swift rider

what did he miss most?
the whip of wind on his face
the unbridled buck of life between his legs
the scent of the saddle
the lathered beast?

the fast pass of the satchel
to the next eager rider, the covenant
he carried in the saddle bags; the one he made
with the Almighty to keep him safe
from the red devils?

a new century dawned, two score
years since the hot rides were quick
made obsolete by the iron horse, the poles
and lines that brought Morse's magic,
ticking time electric

what did he miss most?
perhaps the deep, unperturbed sleep
after the ride--slumber filled with liquid dreams,
gifts bestowed by a condign contentment
from his brutish labor

(1901, in memory the Pony Express, 1860-1861)

Oct 2016

spysgrandson

a motionless ****** (two minute poem)*

he sighted
a ****** of crows
lined on a dead oak branch
he could see only silhouettes
against a gray dawn sky

he closed one eye
pulled both triggers
on grandpa’s old gun;
all of them save one fell
from the lifeless limb

the sole survivor
looked down on him,
but did not move, not an inch
not even when he reloaded,
aimed and shot again

* a two minute poem has no requirements other than it be written in two minutes--after the two minutes, editing is permitted; e.g., changing tense, omitting or changing words (adding words is not permitted), changing number or even changing the order of words within in a line--it is an entertaining form that has potential for one to make economical use of words and time