The hand well-played is not always obvious
from the hand dealt.
It’s a constant troubleshoot
not a constant win.
The stakes are everything—
laid out, played out, piercing.
The deal is random
the cards are often marked
making some hands brutal
in subtle hidden ways
even to, or especially to, those
who see and know everything.
Reincarnate only within
the limits of face and suit.
Even then it’s luck or fate
or the turn of the trickster.
dive into the snow–
to remember in later years,
to feel it tangibly
in your bones,
to know the difference,
and to choose
in this very moment.
(working on the title)
Beneath the surface flows
an envious stream
conscious not of
impending implosion’s effects
on the circulatory system
or the costs associated with
the transfer of bodily fluids
not to mention
the security risks.
Words peel away the fascia of creation
like a scalpel removing flesh-eating bacteria
to get to the bone which is clean and pure–
the marrow carrying the load of intent.
Fluttering in the belly
the novice and the master,
their souls under glass pumped
and crushed by the words of others.
But sometimes it is all form and technique
the intensity of a life neglected
by the narcisism of culture
and the smithing of self.
The seeing is a mirror, a feedback loop
of percpetion–I think therefore I am.
The own knowing is what is known
and seen and said, not done.
The critic is a cat, unconcerned
with the effects of the game on the prey.
The words are believed because we cannot trust
that what we see is true, limited
as we are by our own reflections.
heat and churning seas
mind without the breathing wants
with grim disorder
heat, order, knowing
The bird that mocks is widowed–
some organic extract weakened her system,
or perhaps all her eggs were laid out
like a pauper counting pennies
without hope even for a side of fries,
or maybe she just couldn’t stomach
last year’s cuckolding mate courting
blindly with other’s songs.
a standard of truth
by noting the differences.
In my yard all I hear is
the cactus is growing
it’s off the chart
tendencies to overwater
(cactus, chart, motionless)
does not grate
a parental kiss
a lover’s touch
a friend’s assurance
Even these can be
pulled away from.
The poetry request was a cinquain with the prompts risk, wiggy and round.
I used the A, B, C, C, B scheme.
Both this and the previous post will be a book for the challenge.
He walked along the sand
Or, rather, zigged and zagged, plunging
In his wiggy way into the waters and out
As if weighing what the risk was about
Round and back his indecision continuing.
A thank you note was requested for writing with the prompts wave, lean and quirky.
I hope you saw me wave from the car as I rolled down the driveway into the red- maple-lit street.
The visit was stimulating and energizing as always. Being together brings out all the quirky, crazy ideas that have needed an outlet. Nothing lean or minimalist for us-full out color, texture and relief to bring things to life.
Many, many thanks for hosting the latest of our Art Fests. They seem to be getting better and better as does the food.
Looking forward to the next one out my way.
There is a system
to the abject
art religion culture
the wrapper defines us
and whether we can eat
is determined by the
we have drunk.
I am officially declaring myself a participant. Initially I would say a goal of weekly. This is kind of how I approach using the fabrics and papers I have-look at the mix and see what will come forth. This time however it is not material I have provided to stir around!
She was unforgiving
being parched for love herself
now she will not suffer
in the jar upon our shelf.
wind rain stimulates
dependent on systems
and we thought it wild
Slice – Estimate – Guilty
Screwdriver – Various – Forego
Still working out the rules – – oh, I meant to say parameters 😉
(collage, dictionary, item(s), scanner?, 7×7? grid, book? , hmmmm.)