(“Still Life”, 2021, original encaustic)
A World of Thoughtforms
Caught in cascade tumble
Splashing here there
Without time to collect my self
Let alone thoughts
What is up becomes down
And down up.
As I fall
Bits and pieces
Are left scattered
Splashed onto shores
Evaporating into nothing
Leaving only flow.
Somehow in the process
One is made greater
With their losses
Stripped of identities
Like so many badges
Of false honor.
Not greater in stature
Or reason, or anything
That one would wish for
Or hope to attain
But in something beyond
And then beyond even that.
Caught in cascade tumble
Life is chelated
Inexorable union of psyche and substance
As Sun made flesh and fiber shines
In every element, thoughtforms all
Of that which has no name.
(3/1/25)
Categories:
chelated, earth, self, spiritual, sun,
Form: Narrative
Chelated Souls’ De-lamentation
Lovers dejected
lick wounds remonstrate lonely
sorrow ‘til they meet
mate seduce in sex love rock
roll in minds soul mingled hay
26th September 2016
Contest Lament A Tanka
Syllable 5 7 5 7 7 =31
Categories:
chelated, change,
Form: Tanka