Repost: Consequence-A Sestina Read by Mae Foreman
First posted on August 5th. I am grateful to Mae Foreman for providing the awesome reading.
A sentence begins with a word
or a condemnation of action
capitals and gavels quickly fall
emotions follow swift in step
as bailiff's impassive approach
begins a period of deep reflection
Narcissus gazed at water’s reflection
unable to hear any Echo of Nemesis’ w...
Saturday 2nd November 2019 6:51 pm
Light
There is a certain light
which sits just on the edge of a cloud
more nuanced by the hues of blue sky
then the paler palletes of the further horizon
And you have seen the yellow flame dance
on the log
whose sparks
rise and twirl into the deep
crepuscular and cerulean blue
of summer’s twilight
And you have seen the golden
grasses’ halo
glow and circl...
Monday 23rd September 2019 5:26 am
Between
Why is the creation
not a story of tears
birth is pain
creation grief
the made is always unmade
the end waits
baleful and patient
There are two eternities of darkness...
The before
Before conquerors enwombed their seeds
shaped like the tears of women
and un-entombed lay the gray
detritus of the fallen
before ancestors were driven
from hearth stu...
Saturday 21st September 2019 12:38 pm
The Times...Are They a Changin?
Before the before
full fleshed
flashing unflaccid
truculent and succulent
fully operational
green lights go
full steam ahead
cloned and cloning
Retro-ductive
Simply synchronously
spawning creativity
exponential explosion
generator of generations
ideas and art
multitudes of melody
rapturous rhythms
amorous harmonies
symbols crashing away at
...Thursday 22nd August 2019 1:22 am
Upon Hearing of an ICE Raid: we want the country back
We want the country back.
America feels like a cornered rat
trembling savage
desperation spilling
like rabid light
from frightened eyes
gone flight now only fight
time stopped
avenues of escape blocked
so
desperation becoming bullets
fear becoming cages
heat waves of hatred
trapped in terror
paralyzed in pain
America feels like a cornered rat
...
Thursday 8th August 2019 7:49 am
Thank You
Every song has a river
every boat has a name
every being has a purpose
each purpose is the same
When I said I'd die for you
I was really already dead
those tears cried of sadness
were tears of emptiness instead
When you said you'd write to me
the writing was on the wall
I'm not really waiting
silence on a deaf ear falls
When I said I miss you
...Wednesday 7th August 2019 6:20 am
A Question
What if a color was lost each time a species became extinct and the myriad palettes that fill our eyes in gardens and deserts on mountains beneath water jungles no longer held that one unique vibration of chromatic energy as though the hued gradient of beauty surrounding us was a reflection a tally of diversity nourishing the potential for immeasurable evolutions within the countless revolutions d...
Saturday 3rd August 2019 7:14 am
Frogs
I listen to the news but I got confused
I remember the frogs were dying and the sea stars Banda Aceh Fukushima Haiti Lennon was shot I saw pictures of men on the moon there is a singularity whose picture I missed along with the Taliban Boko Harum Joseph Kony there are geriatrics in Guantanamo who need to pee often and spit yellow phlegm into cups that can never be made sharp Castro died and rai...
Monday 29th July 2019 7:05 am
Folks Want
Because I think...
Folks want communication
Not figments of their imagination
Two dimensional, unfinished in creation
Draining their appreciation
Painful to their hearts implication
Bringing to what could be simple
Needless complication
Low level consternation
Endless perpetuation of some
Wordless penetration
Of what should be celebration
They want real tou...
Sunday 28th July 2019 6:39 am
Crawl of the Caterpillar
If a butterfly decided
that it wanted to be a caterpillar
that it regretted its metamorphosis
that it would trade its powdery winged symmetry
for a few more hours or days of blind gluttony
arboreal mastication
that it did not want to flutter gracefully
admired desired
but to slowly gelatinously contract
precariously
along rough barked branch
to be more slug than swallow
more mundane ...
Saturday 27th July 2019 7:03 pm
Next Bed Over
someone died again
next bed over
light spilling across the sill
and spread
voices in the hall
softer than the TV blaring
across the breezeway
no flowers in the vase
on the cheap dresser
someone long ago painted
green vines and red berries
no picture frames of smiling children
now gray who recently visited
again introducing themselves
again...
Friday 26th July 2019 7:24 am
Before You Came Back
I wish there were some way
some other way
some day
some other day
when the streaked lines of tears
blown like raindrops
slanting across yellow street lights
were acts of abandon
tumult of tumbleweeds
scattering of schools of multicolored fish
notes from a flute
chasing their tails
like kittens whose yellow eyes
closed with perfect contentment
...
Friday 26th July 2019 6:45 am
At Noon
the long-legged shadow woman
strode
then suddenly stopped
and waited
to be dissolved in darkness
where she could peel away
her black stockings
to reveal and revel
in her naked invisibility
and dance without limitations
of time or dimension
dream beyond the flat surfaces
which so often held her form
forcing conformity
to their inclination
desire the depth of rounded space
orbits ...
Friday 26th July 2019 6:21 am
Out the Door Medicine
Out the Door Medicine
First goldfinch of the season flushed
from unmown grass
along with other finches sparrows
and chipping chickadees
southwest they mixed
ones with steady quick beat
and the gold with her push and pause
push and pause
as though she were giving birth to flight
and the berries not black
still mixed in with blossom
green with brown...
Tuesday 23rd July 2019 5:18 am
House of Feathers
The feathers on the house are owl's
silent striated wing feathers
tucked into tile and rough cedar siding
the house is nocturnal
windows wide-eyed unblinking
sentient while others sleep while
full moon also wide-eyed unblinking
sees gathered clouds passing over
the moss on the roof is thick and quiet
bathing in rain and mist and fog
gathered clouds are also quiet
i...
Tuesday 23rd July 2019 4:39 am
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