I and my Father are One:
one broken branch one budding bough.
one love splintered by a stained-glass eye.
One root plants me, unclasping
in a clasping earth.
Candle and blind bible, carriage, and horse,
both ditch and ladder my unburdened labor.
Two faces I have. one turns to a spiral center
where beads count prayers,
the other is as still as stone within a molten mountain.
This shadow in a looking glass
knows my Father's secret, it is a flame
here in my thicket and maze.
With His mouth he Words me,
His ears echo me,
with these crushed words He builds my temple,
empties and fills my vessel.
Categories:
unclasping, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Heated by sun and rock
a mottled snake licks the morning air.
Last night, stones were its eyes,
a blood-chill had frozen the flavor
and flicker
of tongue and taste.
The daylight is already sun-crushed,
heavily it crumbles,
dry churning a scant green
to withered acres,
grinding all beneath its hermetic heel.
A rabbit runs a racetrack behind its eyes,
long whiskers sightlessly search
reaching far from their hidden hollow,
its brown pelt dreamily brushes over
a rounding horizon.
Snake uncoils, breaking boulders of blood
between warming bones.
A cage of hoops unlocks a hunger.
A blushed mouth is snugged around
translucent fangs,
bodkins that smell out
all small-pawed scrabbling’s.
Rabit ears twitch as eyes leap awake,
it hears the serpents lithe unhinging,
senses its scaled unclasping.
An immediate pulse quickens,
vibrant tendons of awareness
animate joy and fear.
On the quiet breath,
visions of life or death arise
as speculative ghosts.
Now the sky must record
while the earth forgets.
Categories:
unclasping, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Last night the Alder so deeply rooted in the hedgerow
was shot through by a bolt of climatic vulnerability.
I heard the smoking gun,
heard the clangorous salvo, the snap and break,
heard the unflexed crook of it pivot and shear,
timber dislocate, break, and crumble.
There was a fibrous unclasping,
then the unfolding thunder of impact.
This morning, thigh deep in its wreckage,
maneuvering through the downed foliage,
the strew of crumbled catkins,
I listen to its death throes
of leafage curling into whorl and lacuna,
the rustling whispers of a dwindling aftershock.
Splinters and twigs tremble, lumber creaks on
as a sotto voce rattle of demise
as if the tree was still collapsing beneath its fall,
as if this murmuring requiem
were a way to explain what the moment did.
Categories:
unclasping, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I heard the clangorous salvo,
heard its joints pivot and shear,
the hips of thick branches crumble
as it folded into the night.
There was a fibrous unclasping.
The ground flew up
over its rebounding shadow.
This morning thigh deep
in foliage and catkins, I listen.
There are death throes, a green surf ripples,
rustling whispers.
Leafy mouths tremble. Bark lips
rattle and curl.
Vowels drum in burnt cavities.
It seems the suddenness of death takes time,
It needs a Requiem Mass of murmurs
to explain what the moment did.
Categories:
unclasping, poetry,
Form: Free verse
MINDFULNESS
Monitoring mind magnificently.
Intensive intrinsic introspection.
Navigating mind to concentrate.
Devotion and dedication devoid of distraction.
Full form of conscience to realize
Unclasping disturbance and understanding calmness.
Letting restlessness to subside boosting placidity.
Noble attention to focal point.
Engrossed emotion enlightening ecstatic status of mind.
Static sublime mental state
Sowing seed of attentiveness to sprout.
02/13/19
Eighth Place
'Mindfulness' Contest by Chantelle Anne Cook
February Wk 4 Contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
unclasping, 12th grade, appreciation,
Form: Acrostic
MAKE FUN
Mind makes marvels mirth and merriment
Arousing joy, spree and delight to amuse
Knocking, kindling sense of humor
Entertaining and enlightening.
Frolic festive feeling fascinating
Unclasping unraveling
Nervy nice cheerful laughter.
02/03/19
'Word Play' Contest by Bobby May
Categories:
unclasping, 12th grade, appreciation,
Form: Acrostic
Interlude cheats:
the mind fails to understand.
Demining
refutes the salt.
You know:
the self-knowledge takes you to a tormentor
for intimate relationship. A dirty hand
scrapes the script.
A sudden flight, you do not want
to face the sun.
I pick up a book
and hide my face.
Parkinson’s dilemma:
The psychic persona
was shaking or tremors in thought.
Now unclasping.
Satish Verma
Categories:
unclasping, art,
Form: ABC