A poet at the supermarket
At the supermarket, yes, we have one near Faro. I met a poet.
The mall is nicely built and has two bell towers.
From time to time, they chime to remind us why we are
Here, not sit on a bench in its courtyard looking up to
The sky is seeing mind-blowing cumulus configurations.
The poet I met had a white beard, wore an old black suit,
a tie with red wine spots on, a black beret that whiffed
Of garlic, I think. You could see that it wasn’t really there.
His eyes scanning the ground, he bent down, picking up.
Half-smoked butts of cigarettes. Ok, not so rich
So what? Haven’t you heard of a poor poet before?
They are not all idle sons of the rich, and with a university.
Degrees in literature. A notebook in the side pocket and
Two pencils in his breast pocket; so he was a poet, ok.
SPARK
image
of
isolated moments
fusing space
shimmering
incandescent
configurations
saturated
shadows
juxtaposed
impressions
light
arrested
in time & space
“The sky in changing shades enfolds many mysteries of the universe, the shifting clouds, the sun, moon, stars and other heavenly bodies. Its vastness is like the vastness of human mind, shape shifting every now and then, but capable of changing the amorphous into fascinating shapes.” ~ By Poet
In the noon sky, wade the truant clouds.
With the sweep of wind, how they form,
Into configurations of varied shape and size!
Giants, mountains and bundles of fluffy wool
To be woven into yet a hundred patterns.
legos were invented ninety-two years ago
in 1933
their name came from two Danish words
leg godt
meaning “plays well”
six lego bricks can be made into 915, 000, 000 configurations
I have no idea how research knows this
I imagine this was calculated by a computer
Lego makes more mini tires a year than
Goodyear makes automobile tires
In my family Legos were not a hit until the 1990’s.
I had no idea they were invented in 1933
images
of
isolated moments
configurations
saturated
with suggestion
haunting insightful
a narrative
in the enigmatic
shadows
juxtaposed
impressions
light
arrested
in time & space
I saw truant clouds wading through late evening sky.
With sunset, they got dyed in varying shades,
Forming into configurations of differing shape and size!
Giants, mountains and raw bundles of fluffy wool,
To be woven into yet a hundred patterns.
Twilight shadows slowly began to fall,
Like gauzy gossamer webs here and there
Night came stepping down from the heights.
I heard the wind singing through the leaves.
Their sweet cadence lifted my moods.
From the forest, a nightingale echoed a happy note.
Crickets in chorus chanted in sonorous tones.
As I looked on, from creamy cotton clouds,
Full moon emerged like a seductive temptress.
What a majestic sight of incomparable beauty!
Stars were seen as silver sequences stitched on,
An unfurling cerulean veil of chiffon silk.
I felt so weightless, being lifted to great heights.
As I lost myself in the irresistible charm of the night,
A thousand butterflies of joy danced within me.
MEDITATIVES
burning shame
reclusive
& ascetic
depicted
concentration
in a
muted
panoply
of humdrum
existence
continuously
& meticulously
shuffled
a lyrical
intensity
discovered
suspending time
in
memorable images
unveiled
modesty
passionate
in
poetic celebration
quiet
enigmatic
pure:
flirteing
with abstraction
an
emphasis upon
time-stopping
stillness
sensuouality
in
making
which confounds
distinctive
often recurring
in
elaborate
pieces
infinitely
arranged
in
intricate
configurations
imbued
contours
an
ensemble
of painted
cornucopia
quivering
yearning
clustered
subtly
caressed
seeking solace
in
the
surrounding void
in
cautious
togetherness
cloaked
casting
long shadows
transforming
the everyday
with
inanimate
transcendency
CONFIGURATIONS
excitment
in gestural
figurative
emotive
motifs
highlighted
moments
becoming
reasons
&
influences
of
existential
purposets
incorporating
themes
taking stock
events
in
polar
opposites
to ruminate
over
&
acknowledge
imagination
uncover
see
&remember
so
open
& free
a
collaborative
harmony
as a
starting point
punctuate
&
entrench
a
recurring
optical
effect
of
an
unknown
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
CONFIGURATIONS
infinite
images
variations
of the frequent
in
a marginalised
flourish
often loose
& unexpected
minimalised
the
notable
traditional
role
of the
community
an illusion
tellingly&
lovingly
executed
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
In the evening sky, wade the truant clouds
sailing ships over blue aquamarine
with the sweep of wind, they split and form
into configurations of varied shape n' size!
giants, mountains, bundles of fluffy wool
to be woven into yet a hundred patterns
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immortality
wide-spread human delusion
short lived confusion
denies the fragility
of living on this planet
most plain simple words
will have much longer life spans
than any human
focusing on the person
blurs the image of mankind
seven thousand years
of known human history
but a minute glitch
within millions of eons
contained in this existence
feeling immortal
misinterprets eternal
limits perspective
evolution's main purpose
better configurations
Brother & Sister Groninger
Tom Wright
3/26/01
It wasn't,
by mere happenstance we met.
Or by odd chance,
our friendship grew.
But for selfish reasons did we huddle
as close as we dared get.
Gleaning pearls of wisdom
from the two.
We saw in them,
those things we cherished most;
And always with each calling
were made to feel at ease.
Not beheld as wayfarers,
nor they, as hostess and host;
Then always upon our exit, their hug,
her buss upon the cheek and "come again please".
If insignificant things were done,
oft as a task, they'd see.
Rarely, if ever, realizing,
that their giving was much more.
Adult education per se,
without books, tuition, or exams, but free.
From our two smiling friends,
each time our knuckles found their door.
Now alongside, again, they lie,
'mongst configurations of chiseled stone.
Spirits, since ushered to their reward,
as it will be for all one day.
But from their lives, "Snow Angels" were left,
not for family alone.
For God saw that we had need of these tracks,
as memories, to assist us in our way.
Contemplating,
contemplating....
Sounds so very
like me!
Trying to add up
life's wondrous
configurations?
In my minuscule,
mental nation!
After many decades,
my mind is so very
tired.
Still won't get it...
till a stamp on my
head that reads,
"Expired!"
8/21/2021
4
water is part of my very existence
it is within me and all around me in different configurations
in the rainwater that drips and flows upon my windows
drizzle in the night and my tears that fall forming teardrops
in puddles after a summer storm
the dew on my flowers of morning dripping in the sun
in different drinking glasses, my bathtub, my saliva,
an ice cube melting growing smaller
a spill, a spatter, a sprinkle, a dribble
the lakes, rivers, streams, oceans and seas
pools and fountains and waterfalls, fish tanks and fish ponds
the great northern glaciers shifting and moaning
melting and flooding the ocean changing the world's architecture
a drop in the ocean spreading and spreading
waves crashing on a shore endlessly
and foam gathering, misty
snow falling in intricate snowflake patterns
the contour of ice icicles
frost freezing on my windows in filigree shapes
a snowman melting in spring
___________________
June 15, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/water is life
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All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
images
of
short
isolated moments
configurations
saturated
with suggestion
symbolistic in style
influenced by
sunlight on a a wall
haunting insightful
a narrative
in the enigmatic
juxtapose impressions
of
our
every day moments
arrested
in time & space
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