the unenacted mental dialogue
of just surveying the scene
we can
trace
the
lines
of where nowhere goes
uninterrupted
but for the private tangents
in my head -
I may share the cheap wine
ask to be guided
in how to use the tools
or just inhale what I see
taking the raised temperature of the room
away with me to ponder
I'm so glad I paid you for your time
as I didn't want to get my hands dirty
but I do like witnessing
the tricks of the trade.
Inspired by The Floor Planers painted by Gustave Caillebotte
Vain tears
they seep in
silent streams
lurk darkly
behind
a repressed
shadowy wail
taunt or tease
fond veils
torn and tattered
seldom worn
visibly
of dull
wistfulness
oe’r silver
passage
or faux gold
bridge
whose
wobbly link
to halcyon
august days
putative ring
mere hollow
bell toll
purported peal
a shallow chime
vanishing vapour
of hazy clang
nocturnal raptures
of mythic maze
bagatelle vacuous
chimera amplified
by skewed perspective
tangents rimmed
by fantasy
life seeks an outcome
with potential to become
many things and none
death itself ~ never quite done
tangents determine the sum
By
David Kavanagh
encountered in the experiential
draft to drift and incidental
tangled shoelaces, untamed minds
delve and tease, see what we find
divine direction, you are the flow
gather me up, I wish to go
no back up if lose all trace
I'm unabashed by what we chase
curl and spiral, wrap me in reeds
submerge, nurture, sow the seeds
overcome and utterly entrance
thrill by thrill a delicate dance
I see your thoughts, you see through me
evaporation the lock and the key
I'm safe, you're sound, the code is stored
of tangents as yet unexplored
some absolutes as we lay spent
minds opened though nil bad intent
capacity is judge and jury
no will or blame or complex stories
who you are is who you might be
the disillusion is that we're free
Circle unfinished
has no start and no true ending
the curve knows nothing
of the fullness we demand
to soothe our yearning for home
On the long way round
we trace the curve relentless
no short cut tangents
following the wide arc, slow
savoring the journey home
Fullness encircles
what we learn by getting there
coming full circle
returning back to the start
completing what we aimed for
Dominoes aligned in a row
Dots white on black mix and match
Offshoots branch out into tangents
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
Tangents.
Nothing like the howling roof.
Or the clasps of blades of grass.
Nothing empty as-
Connections of piano keys.
Or horrible things, changes, socks.
Growth,
Or waiting.
Or carpet fibers along the path.
Tangents.
We always go back to small sounds.
Tangents.
We always eat things.
Tangents.
So nothing new came along after all.
Some people worry that artificial intelligence will make us feel inferior, but then, anybody in his right mind should have an inferiority complex every time he looks at a flower.
~Alan Kay
Obsession with artificial intelligence
Has left me with pink elephants,
As if recovering from the real world
Has somehow become ensnarled
More intensely in the quantum realm,
Of which (I have read) is rooted, unlike an elm,
In nebulous enjoyments~
It's a bit like chasing tangents.
Lost
fumbling
past Eden’s
apple blossoms
winds swirl confetti
conjuring up blizzards
snow globes shake reality
awareness of a world in flux
supposition heaven may exist
built by a deity nothing like me
life’s edgy I trip spontaneously
vector on without destination
or memories how it began
anyway there is no end
just chaotic tangents
cosmic quasi-ness
and one perfect
innate flaw
that i’m
here
There's an endless cycle of living,
Where it's not always good or all bad.
It's constantly circling around taking and giving,
Seemingly lost, like a chaotic nomad.
While surviving along the two-dimensional plane,
Appearing to obediently follow only that of time.
One can only search about aimlessly,
For some reason to an obtuse rhyme.
However blind, there is a direction, that
Leads to an unforgiving cause and effect.
When the sums may become insurmountable,
No matter the levels of disrespect.
Yet beyond this flat, geometric reasoning,
Alternatives are seen, not from a circle, but a sphere.
As a multitude of tangents take new form,
Bringing new hope, along with old fear.
This revolution seeks to close its own circle,
Though its path will be curvilinear in its quest.
Since its journey may evolve with new experience,
Allowing for growth in the universal test.
an
enigmatic
esoteric
experimental
process
with
innate
distilled
satisfaction
intricate
tangents
of chaotic
immediacy
ennounced
an
essence
of
abstract
phenomena
of vagueness
In
an open-ended
happening
of concepts
& fragments
in perplexing
characterisation
Riddle me this
How is it that one loses their soulmate?
I mean, from across the universe
You unite
Amid all the signs of auspicious coincidence
And then after years of making such union
Familiar, known but ultimately mundane
You just as unexpectedly part.
Is it a cruel mistake
Or the fortuitous unfolding of one’s twisted fate?
Such is life with its volumes and chapters
Full of stories
Each one complicated by myriad tangents
As each character interacts
Their own paths expanding and entangling
In labyrinths
Layer upon layer
A tangled web of blue.
And so we meet in recognition
And then part, to go where on our individual ways?
Some things are just not for us to know,
But what can be known, as time continues
Is that the ties that bind
Are never ever really loosed.
And in this there is solace and continuity
Of souls forever mated and bound
Despite our twisted fates
Until next our labyrinthine ways connect.
Life goes on, after all, forever and forever
Within us and without us.
(11/2/24)
I have been watching the reflective script of the above
Rocky and Bullwinkle show, its not a serious account, unless you go.? On
Climactic tangents of ideology.' Stratisfied in layers of
Polar opposite topography.' Ahead of its time, I do find,!
Its content worth study, as a window on climate lunacy.'
An antidote yet where laughs and jokes, aren't taken seriously.'
Which was a mistake.? According to the world we now see.'
And the antics some undertake.'
while the room spins around
dreams and wishes swoosh
in tandem in a mega swirl
one look and delirious delight
releases chaotic madness
a sea of sensations in motion
a swarm of tangents and explosives
perhaps concealed under bated breath
but the eyes never lie ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Life spins on a carousel of shadows and stars,
A mystic ball that clothes us in dance steps, with them.
The tango of fate steals us into its hazy whirl,
And each step becomes a heated battle, ablaze.
When the world spins a thread too thin, too mundane,
Cha-cha awakens our senses, an astral spice.
I fly to work in a daily hustle, muted,
Through the foxtrot of the hour I feel the moments bow.
We glide home in the free, tumultuous jitterbug,
For there hides the meaning, in the hokey-pokey sacrosanct.
On tranquil days, we waltz lightly, the moon caught us in play,
It spins us round and round in its fortunate cosmos.
In a circle we live, we spin destinies, we align tangents,
When the dream deepens, with others our steps cross.
Life is an unknown dance, in steps of azure embroidered,
From quadrille to minuet, in mystery it is clothed.
To the rhythm of the soul, I listen, let the light pulse,
And my steps in its wake, through night, to dance.
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