No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock
black birds migrating
like ink stains in the blue sky
silently pass by
Tag: magpie tales
I Hear the World
(George Tooker – self portrait)
i listened
and i could hear
the whole world
singing
some were songs
of peace, some of war
songs of laughter
of pain
delight
anguish
love
heartbreak
lightness
mourning
and all these voices
in their dissonance
became part of me
my song
part of the universal
chorus
lifted up to the unknown
——
sailing
i dreamed i floated down a stream
left time behind to wait for me
and while i slept my friend, alone
stood patiently to light my way
back from the darkness of midnight
the slivered moon hung silently
afraid to shine and break the spell
i left all that i knew to fate
until the tide of dawn returned
me safely to my vacant bed
———
Windy
She is the wind
The clouds drift by
On her breath
The waves reach up
as she passes and
Trees bow before her
She is gentle but
When riled she
Causes destruction
Without compassion
She is the wind
————
Spiraling
Even a gentle breeze will cause
me to stumble, starger down
this tilted, angled staircase
Cracks hamper my decent
and my instincts tell me to
stay awake, alert for the
spirits who cling to the
underside of these steps
waiting for me to go astray
Will they catch me, save me,
keep me from bruising my shins
and my ego or will they just
smile
——————-
Chasing the Day
Chasing the crepsular rays
of the dying day
Hoping to make time
stand still – to arrest
the advent of the night
Running from the grip
of that Cimmerian shade
As daylight sings its swan-
song she mourns the things
that could have been
—————
Longing
by George Tooker
I long to let my hair flow
free, caught by the breeze
cascading like a waterfall –
To feel the sun kiss my shoulders
while your lips kiss mine –
To dip my toes in the
consecrated water of the
constant ocean –
To kneel in reverence on
the sandy alter of its beach –
To leave this monochrome life
behind and shine like
shards of sea glass
But I am bound to my sisters
by time and tradition
I will not leave
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Oh Neighbor
by Michael Sowa
you think i don’t see you
– but i do
peering out your window
with that hangdog expression
expecting me to feel
sorry for you- to share everything
i have but you give nothing
in return – not contrite when my
bowl is found empty, a hint of
cat food on your breath
groveling for attention
tail wagging shamelessly
have you no pride, no dignity
oh canine, my neighbor,
my friend
That Summer
They were children playing
grown-up that last
summer of innocence
The sun was their constant companion
sand the bed they slept upon
waves lured them into
the embrace of the sea
laughter was the music of
wind chimes floating
across the beach
blue sky was a canopy
hanging over their
perfect idyll
And when the seasons changed
so would their lives but
they couldn’t see it coming
Out of This World
I called but you didn’t answer
I spoke messages but you never replied
I talked to your closest friends
I checked in with bodies you hung out with
I consulted a directory and found out you
Are no longer listed
Where are you hiding
Pluto,
I still love you
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