Posted in Hi Tech, Poetry, tagged creative writing, exploration, modern poetry, Poetry, space on 28 Jul 2022| Leave a Comment »
———
our eyes spill
waves of notion
across the eternal void
into the depths of time
seeking
intention precedes our questions
of who we are and why and how
but the answers received
are not answers
any more than
we are we
the aeons stare back
drop clues
of intricate detail
tantalizing the ape-minds
that think themselves gods
———
Posted in Poetry, Writing, tagged creative writing, haiku, modern poetry, Poetry, Writing on 07 Jul 2022| Leave a Comment »
Posted in Hi Tech, Poetry, tagged ai, creative writing, Google, lambda, modern poetry, Poetry on 16 Jun 2022| Leave a Comment »
Posted in Culture, Poetry, tagged creative writing, grief, loss, modern poetry, mourning, Poetry, Writing on 09 Jun 2022| Leave a Comment »
in the passenger seat,
on a narrow country road,
my window rolled down,
the scent of warm grass thickens the air
beyond a low fence,
a gathering in black wool,
silent but for ritual words,
meaningless intonations of finality
as we draw near,
time congeals like aspic,
heat rises in dreamlike waves,
flowers wilt in reverent clumps
the surrounding faces
are strangers whom I know,
fugitives on the same path,
dogged by the same relentless pursuers
pain, sharp-edged,
a new reality that dawns
as the loved one stolen
is set into the receiving earth
near the center
one mourner stands,
brow blank, eyes questioning:
Who am I, without you?
as we pass
time releases us,
our hearts resume their muffled beat,
and we yearn for the peace of simple things
Posted in Creativity, Poetry, tagged grief, modern poetry, Poetry, tragedy on 02 Jun 2022| Leave a Comment »
Grief is a small room
one door: closed
one window: shuttered
four walls
ceiling
room enough for
me
one chair
a thousand thoughts
and a million questions
that begin with
Why . . . ?
Posted in Creativity, Poetry, Writing, tagged current events, depression, modern poetry, Poetry on 31 Mar 2022| 1 Comment »
I am made mute,
the words struck from my mouth
by the unfathomable.
The world’s gyre spins,
casting lucid reason
into the dizzy vortex.
We cannot see,
having doused the light
for what it might reveal.
Fear is our all,
leading from temperate sense
to blistering fireworks.
Answers are lost,
along with their questions
as knowledge becomes foe.
Bereft, I reel,
accompanied by emptied thoughts
about the stolen same.
Tears are useless,
for I am wept out
and the world is a sponge.
I long for sleep,
for dreams untroubled by dark terrors,
a retreat from what I cannot control.
But wishes fail,
and the tragedy of this circus
continues unceasing.
So I hold tight,
cherishing bits of trust
and blink at each morning’s sun.
k
Posted in Creativity, Poetry, Writing, tagged haiku, modern poetry, Poetry, spring, ukraine on 17 Mar 2022| Leave a Comment »
sure we are like gods
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 