Swatches Poems

The only reason for time
is so that everything
doesn’t happen at once

Albert Einstein

TIME IS ELEMENTARY

swatches of bands, smart
time is elementary;
strapped snug, cosseted
on a small-pale wrist.

coffee fumes and coal
chugging on life’s track.
cuckoo bird on half
and every hour —
oh, why’d it have to...Read More

O what heavy price for independence
Valiant men dying in fierce triathlon
Battling to their last breath for its defense
As they protect the walls of Babylon

Laying down their lives with no shade of guilt
While powerless the great sun god watches
Its ravaged empire...Read More

 Desirable dawn

Silhouettes, shapes, 
  clouds backlit
   by a distant sun
  rising slowly 
      in the east
   Cantaloupe swatches,
       painting introductions
  ...Read More

It was a strange light,
 perhaps not light at all;
 eerily gray tinged hues,
somewhere between black and white,
 pale wisps of deep dark etchy purples
 and charcoal swatches display
 tips in silver and platinum.
A rich nickel plated flow of clouds
...Read More

The room is an object in its entirety.
Singular in form and mind,
and multiple in purpose and pleasure.
It is a secret capsule.
Though it was once adorned with bright reds and greens and plated golds
that climbed up the walls like vines of...Read More

In bands of endless sand, where life peeked through new
The sunlight swatches skin, beneath cooked antique cloth 
Natives abide the ceased courier, pigeons plucking past
Markets marked with clenched jaws, gravel grinded toes

Cities etched by tribal cleave as dusty binoculars blur
Mothers...Read More

It is ceaseless and silent and governs all—
Everything on earth and what is in space.
It orders the seasons and leaves that fall
And it etches furrows on the human face.

Of what occurs in its domain it is aloof,
Though masses in a...Read More

Scarlett thought she was promised permanent security. 
Satchels of resilience bound her fragile wrists. 
Woodland deities hailed her.
Underworld demons feared her.
The curious townsfolk simply stood in contemplation - 
Inviting epee's gleamed in their eyes 
as the garden shears, in their...Read More

July 29, 1890

Colored daubs and swatches
crave artist’s practiced hand.
Justice, nearly blind, yet watches—
unwrought art upon a stand.

Regard the brushes in a row—
the palettes and the sponges.
Genius maimed by status quo,
vain a hope that fate expunges.

Guttered myriad lifelong dreams—
in desperate ruination.
Fading...Read More

The sun goes down over the lake.
The sky is a beautiful baby blue.
In a few more minutes the colours will change
and fill the sky with a pastel hue.

Pink and mauve swatches will appear
over the lake in the evening sky.
Into indigo...Read More

All the good in me unlaced I pull what I own across the floor,
books devoured to the spine, impressions the knees of my jeans
have made of kneeling, my ghosts of ghosts, the saint who is namesake.

I lay it out. A...Read More

Morning's Glory

Out from
the bowels of night.
Mornings, glory child
begins to 
crown.

 Riding
on wings of honeysuckle 
Dawn radiates her warmth.  
Breaking the silence of slumber
forcing the night to 
step down.

 Ivory
Swatches are whipped
into a cloudy vanilla fluff.
Then draped across an 
Aqua...Read More

Glistening counters of cooing concoctions packing covers of clever collisions. 

Rising towers of tasty temptation tricking triumphs too shortly forgotten.

Outstanding plumage of promised perfection packed perfectly into plump plastic pods.

Colorful rivers of ripening ribbons and rounds rolled out into rails.

Elevated...Read More

I stared into the mirror today.
I saw you -
a needled zealot
hovering around my left shoulder;
Adolph Hitler dressed in 
opium-perfumed swatches.

You smelled like her.
You acted like him.
You looked like me.
Swastika tall and evenly abhorrent.
Syringe-insured yet,
never sharp enough to 
successfully stab 
outside...Read More

Religious votives
light a somber lair.
A hole I fathered
with rhinestones of doubt
and swatches of fault.

Sentinels loom -
vapid gargoyles
crouch in ghostly
contemplation

ogling my
handiwork.
Poised to pounce

when the
flames die

out....Read More

Long  lilac  dress  pearl-grey  tie
Casual elegant beautiful woman
Smell fresh ground coffee beans
Newly refurbished town  houses
Colour swatches  drawing room
House in the family for centuries 
Man in tuxedo jovial atmosphere
Clock tower flowery gardens zoo


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Winter has arrived for a treatment and later makes a grand entrance at the 
hairdressers.
At home,forged metal, molten metal  ,blacksmith hammering a horseshoe.
Quicksilver mercury smooth metal  etched and inlayed with black enamel
Straw bale for pillows, candles for lighting...Read More

Shrouded in Sanskrit swatches of flesh
  And brain matter bursts of persona,
Move or move not, cells boil on the skin
  In a shape-shifting restless corona.
 
Wondering wiles scratch a deviant course
  Down the labyrinthine lanes of deception,
Roles...Read More