#rodin
Pure as alabaster,
no servant, no master,
only love abides.
Lost in a kiss,
divination of bliss.
Together, they've stood, against time.
Their creator long gone,
still they live on,
to remind us that true love lasts forever.
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
as the foghorn blows for the third time
i ask the question once again …
where lies the hands of power
and bringing consciousness back into my material being
i find two hands that look very much
like my own
nomind, i don’t mind
i thought i was a thinker
but Rodin proved me wrong
he bronzed the thinker
after pondering on that
while observing the foot traffic
at the gallery for a long moment …
i wondered:
as an observer of the observers
am i hunter or prey?
Jul 15, 2024
Jul 15, 2024 at 3:08 AM UTC
hard facade
soft edges
blurred depressions
precipitous slopes
fragile points of origin
no shape
a heavy space
dappling of light
eyes a fusion into the mind
a focus approaches
my forehead meets my finger tips
thumbs caress my ears
nose peeks out for air
tension builds across my neck
the day is bestirring
a haunting commences
the stirring street clamours
my feet embrace the floor
the bathroom draws me near
the bus door shushes close
my hand finds a bar to hold
an unanswered welcoming smile in the crowd
the window fog of mortal breath
ting, my inescapable stop
my watch prompts me to toil
the briefcase opens amongst discarded papers
lunch makes it to the drawer
password…. needs changing
emails overflow the inbox
an empty outbox
unpaid demands
crossed out scribbles
a match of a pencil
smell of an unlaundered shirt
the clamour of the phone
a deadline agreed
the digital clock hoots in red at my predicament
the editor hot, the ink is cold
lame excuses unworthy of air
time to recant
elbows take my weight as I bow
pray-full fingers encamp on my face
eyelids close
here a place for shapes of my imagination
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 7:29 AM UTC