DIVISIONITA degas signac
superimposed
shimmering
scumbles
of tone
shades
juxtaposed
pastel optics
in
parallel pigments
intermingled
closely
aligned
blended
spectrums
of
elaborated
illusions
foreshortened
Categories:
foreshortened, art,
Form: Didactic
RECAPITULATIONS
dynamics
in flux
highlights
apparent
in silent
expression
frozen
perceptions
evocative
allusive
sightlines
in
suspended
animation
perspective
foreshortened
boundary
close off
in
parallel
energy
absorbed
concentration
thoughtful
unbending
motif
in movement
unconcerned
unresponsivd
unyielding
quiet
&
static
Categories:
foreshortened, poetry,
Form: Verse
Often when we attempt
to reveal the world
in true shades of light
and dark – we become
lost in the pallet of self –
I don't know that
one needs focus
to be sharp (lasers
vs suns) as much of
what we do a mere carbon
copy of the great already
done – just on smaller
paper, to compensate
for the foreshortened
reach of human arms
and minds –
I love you
not out of need alone,
but simply for the sake
of loving – no love ever
wasted on the ears and
eyes of Heaven, our
greater light
and trajectory –
Love is always
Love....
Categories:
foreshortened, faith, heart, love, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Six legs, two arms and often a tail
It greets its own kind with an expectant wail
They may well converse and they may form a pack
But what do they keep in that very small sack
There’s others that come bearing more heads and limbs
And some that appear when the light of day dims
Its plans for a peaceful encounter can fail
Often the culprit has foreshortened tail
Quite unlike what might occur on the X-files
It doesn't spit fire but does hurl projectiles
It then splits in two, it knows where each one lands
And rushes them back to its other halve’s hands
It’s salvo continues ’til someone cries ‘ouch!’
One half then watches the other half crouch
It scans its surroundings to feed the small sack
Wherever it’s from it’s then time to go back
But first it must visit the red hi-vis bin
The small sack, now loaded, deposited in
Its travels may take it up hill or down dale
Six legs, two arms and often a tail
*
If you don’t get this, your minds full of fog
Or your brain just went south on a train
It’s only the tale of one man and his dog
So why don’t you read it again?
Categories:
foreshortened, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Lord! 'As You prosper me,' grant that I share from these gifts
though my lifetime's foreshortened from what could be mine
if I chose not to share, dreamt all wealth 'just deserts.'
May prosperity's plague not descend like a curse
on my kith and my kin, who I'd see own your Grace
(not just trade for a favor), extending Your will
and all life be a blessing as life groks it's blessed!
Give us hearts born to share, that aren't slaves to excess.
Lord! You request we stay humble, see 'good,' as life shifts
on planes out of our purview! Humility's shine
found in actions or trembling? Is one who exerts
will, who waits for Your leading, (in faith) risk-averse?
Was love given by others how Christ saw Your Face
when He felt at His lowest, His flesh on Earth still?
Place my pride in your guidance, my sin that’s confessed
Make my joy hate’s frustration, our world Christ’s success!
Long Tooth
Oct. 7th in 2020
Categories:
foreshortened, caregiving, faith, love,
Form: Rhyme
The forest crowds the small campsite
By dying fire’s meagre light
I listen for the furtive flight
Of Nature’s creatures of the night
As chirping crickets’ songs unite
The fearful in diurnal flight
Race through remains of day’s last light
From Nature’s creatures of the night
Soon eerie fireflies ignite
A spectral vision taking flight
Make clear their presence here in spite
Of Nature’s creatures of the night
And owls hid deep in trees recite
Relentless question to the night
But answerless remain despite
All Nature’s creatures of the night
In dark foreshortened without sight
But limned and measured by the quiet
My patience placidly invites
All Nature’s creatures of the night
As dawn resumes its daily rite
I do not revel in her light
For I have witnessed more than sight
Through Nature’s creatures of the night
Written 5/23/2018
Categories:
foreshortened, dark, nature, night,
Form: Monorhyme
prior to passing thru cervix, buck naked bare
this grandson of Aaron, the sole heir –
foreshortened to Sol Aire
evinced (as shown via ultra sound),
which at birth became crystal clear,
an obsessive compulsive prone
human being, endear
ringly cute as a baby monkey possessed fear
some countenance tipping the scales needled gear
greater or lesser than seven pounds
(minus or plus a few ounces)
with a mass of dreaklocked hair,
otherwise a gangly sack of many a lovely bone,
whereat obstetricians
could not help himself but jeer
thus upon exiting birth cana; found him twirling loose
kinky follicular fibers accord
ding to medical records,
a combination of his being bored
(with a really lee super strong arm penchant)
to sport dreadlocks, tough as hemp cord
an anomaly, which no app could com pare,
boot nonetheless highly adored
resembling inimitable indestructible filaments,
when taut could lift off the ground a board
dillow, which no reference manual could address
even topnotch experts queried, could not explain
Categories:
foreshortened, character, crush, judgement, life,
Form: Light Verse
The timeless flux of impressions,temporal
yet spacial & monumental,abstract yet
decorative,transparent,yet apparent,
hovering ,whirling rhythms foreshortened
becoming so private and personal
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Categories:
foreshortened, imagination,
Form: Cinquain
Mother still round, in love with child anew
Easy to overlook the subtle hints
Of the fracture within, trained eye sees clue
Eighty-two shines your number, bluish tint.
Tearful farewell, fated day has arrived.
Pained mother’s face as we pass through the door
Invisible cord stretch, tense and alive
Umbilical phantom limb evermore.
With tubes, scalpel, we enter sacred space.
The threshold crossed, commitment becomes real
To hold numbers, sounds, instead of your face.
The care within transmutes into sharp steel
Foreshortened, stolen, your time may well be
Yet you touch the hearts of all who touch thee.
Categories:
foreshortened, baby, caregiving, child, children,
Form: Sonnet
A walk foreshortened by the Thames
that once would flow through field and moor –
now stitched and patched with dirty hems,
a city’s outskirts of the poor.
You used to walk here, years ago
when May put on her blossom-show.
But Progress is a subtle sweep
that changes worlds while we’re asleep.
Categories:
foreshortened, nature
Form: Rispetto