steeliest of skys
imprison frigid foregrounds
warmed soley by smiles
Categories:
foregrounds, nature, winter,
Form: Haiku
I remained worried
For quite some time—
About what to write on worry!
Mm…it means anxiety.
But how does this help?
Ah, yes,
It’s a foregrounding device,
Charged by emotions;
Foregrounds a problem,
Real or imaginary,
Demanding a solution.
Archimedes, Buddha and Einstein:
As we know,
All three had real problems—
Eventually solved.
But Montaigne’s problem
Was something different:
His life was full of terrible problems
Most of which didn’t exist!
So, what’s the moral of the story?
***
Categories:
foregrounds, philosophy,
Form: Lyric
The mouth,
It enters with a crisp tongue and a spinning pendulum
Like a stick-shift on 4 pivots
Making its way through a flourishing garden
Delicious sounds wisp as smoke through pardons
Painting destructive criticism with delicate regard and
Proceeding as moth with flame, eyre in eyre
and skein in skein
Somewhere in the reigns, meaning becomes tangled in the wings
As it writes a story of friction
The diction of the beginning, end and enduring ambience
As was, is, and needn't admit
It grips the listening agents and moves to the foregrounds of their lips
Roses blush from the insatiable pits of their stomachs
Breathing new life its first sentence
From the humbling utterances of syntactic structures
Modeled as people
Steepled in last years words
Mumbled and tumbled
Before you
As
The word
Categories:
foregrounds, art, beauty, butterfly, children,
Form: Narrative