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Candle Whispers

Candle Whispers

Moths and other creatures
find peril in hovering
especially above seductive candle flame


We sentient beings
hover not
keep vigil over imagined messages
awaiting the magic
the comfort of vision

As we stare

Buried passions
encouraged by flame
make sacrificial
the walls of insulation
while our fortressed barriers
forfeit protection
dissolving resistance
becoming a river of liquefied defense

We wonder

Is the flame but deception
subtle weaponry
seducing the innocent
destroying the gullible


Is it pure light
ignitable by will
extinguishable by nature
its essence of imagination
weaving a ribbon of warmth
among the unlit kindling of love

For just as the cynical enemy
bounces its cold shadows of hurt
restlessly about the wall
waving its determinant position
one's heart beats echoes of defiance

Such are the candle's iconic images
empowering the ether of life
ever simple
ever flexible
even as its waxen folds
melt into mounds of spent energy
awaiting recycled resurrection

Darkness questions

But if we listen

Flame's inner glow whispers its promise to return

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          by Odin Roark

Like a tree’s dark shadow
Knows only the absorption of all colors
Rendering the din of senses
A cacophonous silence

How gentle the process
Once resistance abates
The mind’s own deprivation tank
Engendering trust void of fear


So hesitant are many
To embrace the white light
To wait out nature’s tintinnabulation
The white noise becoming aphonic

To lay oneself down
Afloat atop the water
The grass
The ethereal reality of consciousness
Where leaves of brown
Beneath the awaiting orange of 
Red and yellow repeat nature’s cycle

Where jasmine lures the mulch of life
Into purity’s gateway
Patiently biding time’s eternal truth
Preparing one with zero

The hush of peace
The quiet of love
The mutation of hate
Conjoin in harmony’s sublime reward
The circle of quietude

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6 Second Trailer

6 Second Trailer

Did you see it?

It's a fantastic flick
This is...

The full trailer?

It's coming
It's coming
So am I

Did you see her...
So sweet
Gotta tweet
Gotta sleep

Don't ya love it

Who wrote it?

The screenplay?
Who cares?


Premiering 2015

Bit early, eh?

What, the trailer?
Ya think?

Yeah, but

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Paper Doll Chorus Line

Paper Doll Chorus Lines
                         by Odin Roark

Sun and wind
Imagination’s puppeteer
Turn and twist cutout paper dolls
Strung across blown out window casements
Creating daily enchantment amidst the smoke

How precious
These afternoons
As scissors assist small fingers prepare 
The matinée performance
Cutting daily “stay in your homes” flyers
Into dancing friends

Say the mothers
The war stage
Will be replaced by
Velvet curtained openings
Where make-believe hope 
Will find flesh and blood still intact
Renewed hearts respecting


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Gotta Play the Game

Gotta Play the Game
            by Odin Roark

There's this big choice
Pack it in
Or play the game

So it goes with
That societal barometer
Called Retirement

Some of us
Know nothing of such nonsense
Their club dues
And tee time fees
Speak another language

Now the game
Has many rules
Make up your own
If you wish
It's all about beating
That dumb death trap
Called Retirement


For those of age-be-damned mindset
Put it out there
Youth is more than a state of mind
It's craziness never subdued

Give the creaky joints
Some Glucosamine and Chonodroitin
Slap on the skin goo for liver spots
****'m if they don't like suspenders
Or mumus
Eat your veggies though
Fox News even supports that
Avoid sobriety
And trip into wherever you need to be


No one knows
Where you need to be
Better than your stubborn self
Which is an earned right of passage
The other way

With a shot of Jack in your paw
You're that person that's always wanted
Your own experience
And just a little bit of
Wisdom for a chaser

C'mon kids of "Age Be Damned"
Time to parrrrrtttteeeee!

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Winter Cabin Reality

Winter Cabin Reality
            by Odin Roark

The storm door
Improperly closed
Bangs violently
The clapboard shedding
White paint chips
Wounds without first aid
Flecks of age
Mixing with the drifting snow

Walls shudder with the gusts
Windowpanes rattle their death threat
Should one shatter
Beware flood gates of frozen forever

When will guardians arrive
The stewards of their weary retreat
Providing solace for this place
We so willing endure

Harsh punishment
This loneliness of disuse
The fear of abandonment
Always looming

Such anxiety for...
In order...
In order to...
Appease elements restless
Feeling forsaken

The stove sad
Laboring for no one
The refrigerator longing
Waiting like a giant petri dish
Anxious to be opened and examined

Bed covers squirm amidst
Nature's innate seekers of shelter
Six-leggers pass four-leggers in the night
Where is everyone?

Field mice
The basements fortress of faith
Anticipate the happy slogging
Of drunken feet above
The excess food celebrated not
Falling through spaces of beamed flooring
Affording reserves for future seasons of need

Thus awaits the wilderness shelter
Determined to remain creative
As temperatures drop even lower
On this little respected life-saver
Multiple-soul make-over haven
Urban's satellite arbiter for sanity

Earnestly it awaits yesterday's loyally
Its generational-visitor relay
Its reason to hold on
Its inducement
To stay whole
Just one more year

Crunching snow outside raises hope
Two mice
Three spiders
One gentle squirrel share
"Got to be more than a bear"

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Poets Escape

Poets Escape
         by Odin Roark

How willing
This heart and mind
Absorbing pain's daily prose
Global flagellation becoming
Best sellers
Top Box-office
Google's lifeblood

Whether Syria's dismemberment
Washington's absurdity
Or Hollywood's Grand Guignol Follies
Exhausted passions and intelligence
Clutter synaptic duty
Excused as collateral damage

Everyday wars of fear
Slowly accelerate
This self-destructive countdown
Repeating Time's insidious cycle
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust

While few escape
Some find refuge
In the manifestos of metaphor
Using echoes of cranial madness
Illusion's manic voice
Mumbling through the night
Arranging similes
This is like that
That is this


Dream's phosphoreal mirage
Becomes imagination's reality
Layered tapestry hanging firm
Mind's needlework in progress
Becoming woven experience
To shroud forever
Weakness's acquiescence

For what?
For whom?

Poets know not
They just are

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Chalk Dust

Chalk Dust
by Odin Roark

What history lurks
Below blackboard surfaces
Wedged in creases of eraser felt
In between folds of Oakwood trays

How pristine we wipe clean
The dark window’s surface
Making ready today’s learning
Tomorrow’s remembrance
Future’s childhood bygones

Like stars burned out
Disintegrating to dust
Time’s ancient knowledge
Forever seeks rebirth

Even though for many
Such simple magic
Has all but disappeared
Merely white dust memories
Purposely forgotten

For a few
The latent markings
Remain black and white teachings
Forever embedded in rainbow dreams

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Everything's Perfect

Everything’s Perfect
                      by Odin Roark

Rio’s open market day
Bag fillin’
Day old mango and limes
Under tarpaulins-sweating

Tank topped ladies
“Baratas Baratas”
The call for cheap cheap
Bananas on barbed iron
Catching high noon light
Pleading to be eaten
But browning at mach speed

Two teenage girls
Gathered food in bags
Off to sell their own produce
Flesh made servile for men

Men’s every day refusal to pay for love
Lessons learned painfully early
Little goes as they’d like
Unless of course
They aspire to nothing

Back in cardboard city
The mangos prove over ripe
But the limes squirt their juices
Splattering beautiful eyes
Making thankful tears of joy
Another day’s survival

Many believe
Everything’s perfect
Whatever that be

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The Trickle

The Trickle
       by Odin Roark

But from a trickle
Streams of consciousness coalesce
Cascades enjoin seasoned rapids
Buffered by endless boundaries
Urged forward by more surging tributaries

Such adventurous energy
Wants only the oneness of here and now
The sustained awareness that perpetual peace is flux
A truth preparing for the next change 

How lonely such a journey
The cumulative drip of awareness
This ethereal urgency at times made to pause
Knowing so few wish to aspire beyond
The “winning” limitation

Such is transcendence

Where gathering to its singularity
Accepts not of separation
Of predator and prey
Only the pinpoint known as nothingness
And everything


For every frozen hesitancy
There waits a child
A newborn
A biological energy in process
Anxious to understand how simple yet complex
This existence labeled life truly is
Trickle by trickle