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Winter Tidings

Midwinter - means
transparent ice walls
pressed against shrinking skin.

Dead-eyed horses are revived
only by the steam of their nostrils.

No one predicts a beginning or an end,
'mid' is a frozen idea
in an ice-locked fountain pen,
it will not write even in warm hands.

Killer clowns' shelter behind
their fixed, blood flaked grimaces,
the whites of their eyes
reflect pinpoints
of a dawning apprehension.

Roads decelerate,
creaking through knuckled hands.
Chilled mounds toboggan off rooftops,
dump malformed snowmen
through unmeasured backyard graves.

At the hazy horizon of each grinding day.
midwinter blurs perspective.
This is the middling 'Mid'
a middle where the mind stops flowing
up or down.

Ancient Home

Haibun 

Inky dark night. Jewels in the heavens sparkle like diamonds in a necklace. The Seven Sisters wink seductively while trying to sit in Cassiopeia’s Chair. Orion chases Ursa Major and her cub when he stops to slake his thirst from the Big Dipper. Great Leo butts’ heads with mighty Aries. Sirius, the Dog Star, is the glowing eye of Canis Major as she helps Orion track Ursa. Faint Polaris guides mariners to home port from the tail of The Little Dipper.

new moon
a black palette rules the sky
stars come out to play

The distant galaxies show off their faint light as clustered pinpoints as if the black curtain were pricked multiple times by a needle. Sagittarius points the way to the center of the Milky Way. Nurseries of star forming clusters birth new babies to populate the sky as old ones blow up and die. In the middle lie the monstrous supermassive black holes which suck all light in to their mighty maws bending time and gravity to their will.

	are they our ancient home
	signals from a distant past
	will we return to them

Night View

Night View

I sit by the fire with a lone lamp,
dimmed, so my eyes can watch the 
astronomical wonder above me.
A small mesquite fire to warm my bones
in the chill night air.
A new moon to not block my vision
of such magnificence.

Jewels decorate the sky,
pinpoints of light billions of miles away.
Perhaps I can see mighty Leo or Ursa Major with her cub,
or Canis Major at Orion’s heel.
Perhaps a meteor will suddenly streak
overhead in a blaze of glory.
Maybe gentle Aquarius will empty his jar
and wet the dry desert with his water.

Supermassive black holes are out there somewhere,
spewing ionized plasma jets into the depths of space,
bending time and space to suit their purposes.
The great fabric of space and time lie above me
calling me to come.

Someday I will. 
But for now, I enjoy.

Voyage

The end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started.
—T.S. Eliot

Over stressed waves of ebb and flow of salt.
How swell, my voyage is, in float through cave.
Is sought, the treasures of life - opens vault.
I find surge exciting. I’m shipshape brave.
The map pinpoints the stars - ebon, a fave.
I turn on helmet’s lamp - the moon listing
as passage caved…my travel persisting.
The roar of thunder salve, erupting seas.
Of course, we steer from falls. This’s existing!
World’s end! Fine mood morphs to brooding degrees.

Break-Outs

The stars break up slowly,
a lifetime of moments,
become strings of revelations.
They are not exceptional, nor astounding,
just doors opening wider in your mind.

You do not recollect the instances,
a river of days and nights
leads you imperfectively,
from starry pinpoints
into cosmic blossoming's.

You got here
by simply watching,
by not damning any rivers
with past and future illusions.

Now starlight is in you, observing,
what will bloom now,
out of
your ever flowering consciousness.

Some Eyes

At some cracks in time
one can perhaps peek 
into some 
   eyes
And immediately see
   the Other
   run run run
'til only dual black pinpoints 
   remain...
vaguely
remotely
staring 
   back 
   at you
across an abyss.

My Muse

My Muse 

This muse – personal trainer of my pen,
 This restless spirit pacing in imagination’s sanctuary,
Gathers fleeting moments into anticipation’s tabernacle
Swaddles divine laughter, brooding gloom and holy fire
With scented leaves from her perfumed garden
 Hallowed space clothed in inspiration
  Where my love and loss embrace in genesis
Shooing away paralyzed procrastination 
To transcend into creation lyrics and lines
 In a cloistered hermitage of rhymes and rhythms
Drifting through defiant midnight in dopplers
 With ultrasound colors of fading rainbows
  Like pinpoints of ice or fleeting romantic dews -
   Drawn from vaults of the eternal’s benediction –
    Waking my insomniac meditations
So in my deafness I may hear her abiding presence,
 In mystical and magic lines like prisms glow
Follow through
  Dusky passages of visions
   Poetic shame tattooed in rust
Enthralled by
   Her faceless sacred songs played in my heart
So we join hands 
Then lift our tousled words in nude prayers and pleas
 In the unbroken sacramental circle of life
  Cried to the four winds, seas and oceans
 To praise the infinite everlasting.

1-4-23

I Wandered So Lonely

I wandered so lonely beneath the stars
Lamenting my wayward pathways chosen
Feeling abject sadness of unhealed scars
Thus, fearing a dreaded self-implosion,
With thoughts of emotional erosion,
Knowing what is past cannot be undone
I shall feel renewed with the rising sun
Pinpoints of star light bathe my inner soul
Such a stroll ensures a victory won
When the morning returns, I shall be whole. 

Written June 3, 2022

Perfection of Sunrise

Did I ever mention
the time I saw sunrise
down on the beach.
We had not gone home
after our first date:
Instead, holding hands wandering
we walked nearby cliffs.
Silence was profound,
all was peaceful, and
midnight was beyond perfection.
Small pinpoints of light,
from a swathe of stars
created a magical moment.
For hours conversation
ranged back and forth,
all secrets revealed.

Dawn approached, we grew restless
walking slowly down to the beach.
Again I remember silence,
enhanced by rippling waves.
Also, a strange luminescence
bathed the ocean, reflection
of receding starlight.
Together we became aware of the
momentous miracle of sunrise.

The horizon slowly revealed itself
displaying extraordinary pallet of colour.
We witnessed a glorious light show,
golden fire streaking across vision.
This moment is a precious memory.
The miracle of sunrise continues,
perhaps unseen, but ever beautiful.
That special dawn rising,
to my way of thinking, so many years ago
had a magic that was singular.



Pixabay image: Pixel2013

A Mystery

Snow drifts in front of the cars high beams 
finding their death in the sharp white 
far away into the night 
The Engine silently hums through the frosted night 
leaving no tracks in the freshly fallen snow 
autos black beetle Shell 
dark against the indigo sky 
reflecting no stars no moon no light 
just to pinpoints of high beams 
Slipping through the night 
silent 
stealthy it glides 
Snow drifts in its wake 
moving forward into tomorrow 
Not an ice crystal brakes 
waiting for the world to awake 
to a mystery

Meteors

sky
                                                 silent
                                             velvet black
                                        pinpoints of lights
                                        from faraway stars
                                        rhythmically falling

                                  streaking lights across sky
                                       sparkling vanishing
                                       diamond rock balls
                                              exploding
                                               star dust
                                                  glow



Fourth Place Winner: Malabika Ray Choudhure: Merse Contest-8/31/21

Fluxus a Happening

blurring
           fluidity
            spontaneity
unmeasured

form to
          process
!yrical         impulses
a
rising of the
                heart

paradoxes perceived
transitory
     pinpoints
          echoes
                       flowing
of the now  immediate participatory
conceptions

congruence
          contemplated
                          unique
of this moment
never
   to repeat         creations

in blindsight
interactions
                  events
                                       happenings
one time only

WRITTEN AS AN ASSEMBLAGE OF WORDS TRIBUTE to AL KAPROW

I Am Not a Robot Part 2

Me a zombie?
Never!
Just a viral doofus poseur,
Brainiac and hacker on the loose tapping into other genie lamps,
Wireless Stikbot floater skipping ID challenge.
Hurdles that authenticate saliva from a silicone palate.
Trojan horse webber getting kicks from pop up photos and their tick box phasers.
Magic putty slideshows arfe my fix,
Overlapping gotchas in the cryptic mainframe,
zapped on sight.
Cookies nerd obsessive, parasitic nibbler on limitless net feeds,
Humanoid, human void,
vacuum mouse pad tracker ball bane.
Foxy email phisser,
wolf amid the Wiki swathes at random,
memory never full.
Sabouteur who pinpoints rootkit channels,
silently installing gridlock pixels deep freeze.
But I am not a robot,
just some micro chip app monger, macro chip on shoulder and those other parts designed by desktop surgeons,
sideline sci-fi wise guy not so wise,
hi-tech buff illusion in a hall of mirrors dash into the ether.
Me this CoderDojo mass encryption tangle,
blue moon barcode surfer, Janus-faced,
mutant bit part player who has somehow lost his byte!

Written January Twenty First Twenty Twenty

Truth

earth in darkness
punctuated by pinpoints of light
silence of truth
punctuated by lies

	engulfed in Truth

Written: April 2018
Collection: Night

Dark Dawn

chilled darkness before the eyes
	pinpoints of light high overhead
whites and blues and palest reds
	in circling dance slowly move

long thin line of palest white
	slowly grows into the sky
dark blackness fades to gray
	as tiny lights fade away

whiteness slowly turns to blue
	as the land before us comes to view
darkened shapes so hard to see
	slowly form before our eyes

sliver of gold before us forms
	growing climbing to the sky
green appears upon the land
	as last points of light disappear

bright golden orb within the sky
	as all above becomes azure blue
all the land now in colors that lie
	all seen clearly now with  our eyes

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