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June 2015

In Breaking with Convention, Poem 6/29/2015

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Poem: 6/29/2015:

 

In a surprising way

my arm stretched out

grew ten more inches

like putty

exceeding limits

constraints were evaded

with libertine will;

strong headed,

and unheeding

of yellow cautionary tales;

shape multiplied distance

to the power of need.

Also, the serpentine hand

and spidery fingers

grew unexpectedly,

circumvented obstacles,

increasing length,

grasping and seeking

while the rest of the body

unsure of action

(having been conditioned

to navigating

according to lanes

and marked boundaries

which were clearly

found lacking

on the Outside),

began to wobble

like a finished top

fell over precipice –

nearly disappeared,

but thank heaven

the arm had thought quickly,

pulled body to safety,

and prevented harm.

In the Hiccup

 

 

6/17/2015 Poem: In the Hiccup

 

Outside, the light is fading

like pastel chalk visions

caught in the afternoon’s gray cloud.

 

Yellows mix with – change to purple,

Orange to blue – blue to deepest black,

excepting, the raindrops, of canvas, revealing.

 

Take this point in time

Let it hang suspended – a moment frozen

– in one of millions of geometric frames.

 

Allow for, this one second,

to spell out its very own,

googolcomplectic, collection of plots in space

 

With each one, possessing

One hundred, twenty nine thousand,

six hundred degrees of Possibility.

 

Configure, the expansion

and contraction of this matter

like ocean waves in a dark sea.

 

Watch it ripple, and wrinkle

as it spins together through the unkind hands of Fate;

multiplying, an orderly mess.

 

Look away,

with understanding,

upon one’s own deep loneliness.

 

But,

 

turn again

to her wheel

as a child toddles in unaware.

 

There’s a hiccup

and a slight bump;

chubby hands rearrange all that’s there.

 

Suddenly I’m,

staring into,

twin brown points, reflecting soul.

 

Puzzle pieces,

resolve completely,

each one in its own peculiar spot.

 

It is in that

tiny hiccup

that I hear the voice of God.

Turtle Crossing

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Turtle

Crossing

Here…

 

Timid feet,

slowly go the steps.

Safety

Testing.

Reaching out of shell,

Not yet

bullet proof.

RUN!

Go Turtle, Go!

Hurry

on down the road

Yellow

is the halfway mark

Feel the tremble

growing –

growing –

CAR!!!

Back inside the shell!

ARMS!

FEET!

NECK!

HEAD!

now spinning,

catapulting,

cartwheeling across

earth and sky.

Vomit lunch and

repeat.

 

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