Unintentional art
Roadway hieroglyphics
Arabic Picasso
Airplane psychedelics
Beauty found in purpose
Only here to repair
Elegance abounding
Not putting on an air
Saturday, June 27, 2020
All these observances
All these observances
An understanding built
Stronger are the stems than
The flower blossom wilt
The losses of limbs yet
The trunk is still standing
We are made of roots not
Steps but bottom landing
An understanding built
Stronger are the stems than
The flower blossom wilt
The losses of limbs yet
The trunk is still standing
We are made of roots not
Steps but bottom landing
All at once making sense
All at once making sense
Competitive failing
Disappoints declared
In the midst of flailing
And when servicing ceased
Suddenly what I saw
Was self and self-worth and
All celebration gnawed
Competitive failing
Disappoints declared
In the midst of flailing
And when servicing ceased
Suddenly what I saw
Was self and self-worth and
All celebration gnawed
Friday, June 26, 2020
Privileged of presence
Privileged of presence
Even shadows have light
In the grace of beauty
Overwhelmed by the sight
No sense of looming or
Pressing power of weights
Ethereal and wide
Yawning tectonic plates
Even shadows have light
In the grace of beauty
Overwhelmed by the sight
No sense of looming or
Pressing power of weights
Ethereal and wide
Yawning tectonic plates
Saturday, June 20, 2020
Coughing up consonants
Coughing up consonants
Wanting to sing vowels
Echo the mockingbird
And not the haunting owl
In this melancholy
Seek music for a march
A triumphant effort
A flying buttress arch
Wanting to sing vowels
Echo the mockingbird
And not the haunting owl
In this melancholy
Seek music for a march
A triumphant effort
A flying buttress arch
Do not love the obscure
Do not love the obscure
Wading in the abyss
Identifying with
The things no one will miss
A tree along the road
Succumbing to a storm
A distant friend now lost
Accept this is the norm
Wading in the abyss
Identifying with
The things no one will miss
A tree along the road
Succumbing to a storm
A distant friend now lost
Accept this is the norm
Literary cabin
Literary cabin
These ancient words not new
Out of touch from modern
Can I find a fresh blue
Is my life with lightning
The tattoos of tree bark
Somehow unique, modern
Lit once and back to dark
These ancient words not new
Out of touch from modern
Can I find a fresh blue
Is my life with lightning
The tattoos of tree bark
Somehow unique, modern
Lit once and back to dark
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