Cornbelt residents rise with the sun,
Seeking geometry in soybeans.
Space aliens zoomed through the galaxy,
Just to crease someone’s corn flakes.
Intelligent life from distant stars
Avoids the formal radio waves.
They use advanced crop wrinkles
To converse with good ol’ Mother Earth.
Galactic wayfarers don’t stop at NASA,
They etch their figures in farrow.
A communication from outer space,
Which could be wiped away by a combine.
Two small-town farmers named Dave and Roy,
Armed with flashlights and sheets of plywood,
Chuckling quietly into their beers,
Designing an entirely new universe.
UFO investigators tote their gear,
Science-ing the folded wheat.
Either the universe is trying to talk to us,
Or the bar kicked them out too early.
WIDENING CIRCLES
repeatedly
absorbing
disturbing
distinctive
beauty
distorted
with
bizarre
occasional
solitary
originality
in
carefree
characteristic
creativity
rain rings fall
ripples blur the trees
quiet pool
holds the sky
a drifting world in circles
soft and slow
Once upon a blue moon
I worked in public school
and it was scary.
So are great horror films.
I once felt that I was in one.
I got out, alive.
I told a previous running coach
whom I don't care to
filter truth from:
stop running in vicious circles,
and make running fun again.
Listen to 'Baker Street'
by Gerry Rafferty.
Watch the last scene
and the ocean scene
from 'McFarland'
the movie.
Cry a little
and run a lot
and live
when living is alive
and you mean something
(if only to yourself).
Things go round in circles
And the circles are
Often used as vehicles
That can’t get us far
From where we depart
Always we return
From an end we start
From the start we learn
Something to remember
But more to forget
In the dying ember
Little life is set
CIRCLES FOREGATHERED
dimensions
converge
to
evoke
motifs
unbounded
imperishable
in
individual
fulfilment
embracing
foreshadowed
elite
ephemeral
totality
When people read poetry
they only read words,
powerful, and hopefully
thought-provoking,
and if better,
memorable.
Otherwise,
they are only letters arranged
in hopeful meaning,
superfluous ones.
Few will read these
slant lines,
buried beneath a shadow
of Hemingway’s fame.
That I had an audience
and people attended
plays….
I remember James Barrie
and his ‘Peter Pan.’
He was, as I am,
a broken man.
Don’t forget
Homer.
To forget the greats
is to forget history.
Let’s not run
in circuitous
figure-eights
forever.
Gratitude felt like a handshake coming back.
A single leaf calling out
made her echo in me.
What a family this is!
Now I have ears!
In every cell of me,
a Universe.
In every Universe of me
magnificent trees
all singing.
Let's face it
as sure as tock follows tick
(be it ever-so quick)
then tick follows tock
when hands dial in circles
and wind around the clock
unless the spring is broken
the world will spin
no matter the weather
or shape it's in
at least in my lifetime
as for better or worse it survives
ad infinitum or until
eternity eventually arrives
Instead of pacing in circles.
With that drumming feeling.
Feel your feet undoing themselves.
Evasion.
Everyone has burdens.
Hands used to weed the garden.
Are useless when-
The garden is perfect.
Instead of pacing in circles.
Why not pack luggage?
And the luggage flies out the window.
So I am grateful.
Instead of pacing in circles.
In circles.
In squares.
And other dimensions that make me hushed.
I like to drum my hands against the wall.
And the wall is made of air.
Everyone has burdens.
And they take us on an adventure.
With that drumming feeling.
Scrapping like a brick.
It’s like my eyes are attached.
And so are other organs.
Instead of pacing in circles.
Do your homework.
But…
That’s made of nothing.
Music by: Francisco Casarotti
Dancing on the steps of time
remembering when you were once mine
Water color visions of a life
that we once had...
Together at the edge of heaven
we soared like winged birds.
Circular light surrounded us
round and round we went,
swimming like two swans
lost in a vortex of water and air ...
A subtle touch and breath
one fingered caress and suddenly,
we began more then less !
Then one day you went away
and I was left alone drawing circles in the sand.
I tried to touch the stars of yesterday
but as I waited by the sea, you never returned.
Blinking away the tears I turned to leave
but then I heard you say, "stay "
So I sat by the ocean and watched the sun go down
for I did not have the courage to walk away,
nor did I have the strength to whisper
to your shadow,
"FAREWELL" my love "FAREWELL"
Circles spread on the surface
And disappear in the pool
And do it so lightly - it must
Be starting to sprinkle.
Where are the grayish clouds
I should see in the reflection?
Where are the tapping sounds
And the shift in the wind?
No - my eyes are dripping tears
I didn't see coming.
Catch them - merciful waters -
And put them away from me.
black hawk circles me
brings in a new recruit too
waiting for my death
I feel threatened
right now. there are six of them
was that a cough?
We keep going in circles
Til we fall to the ground
The silence is supposed to be quite
but its getting loud
Slowly i stop breathing
My heads in the clouds
You can hear my thoughts
Before i say them out loud
I hate the way you look at me
Like if i am your whole world
I had to end things
Before i turned into nothing else
I apologize many many times
But my heart tells me your upset with me
And i still cant figure out why
An osprey circles
Hoping I will find a fish for him
A beaver slaps its tail
Yodels to its young
Turtles lounge in the sun
As Swans and Geese negotiate
A doe and fawn cautiously
Observe my passing
A blue Heron appears
Undisturbed by my presence
Soft breezes tickle the lily pads
As the Dragonflies dance
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