let the raging rivers
polish each soul–
let the darknesses
become liquid light
as the waters still
̴ waiting ̴
for clarity to reveal
the depths—let them
return running through
the end, bringing birth
back to the source
Each time I read another puente written by Jane or Merril I tell myself I will attempt the form. This one wrote itself (with help from the Oracle of course).
A poem of redress for earthweal.
Collage inspired by Richard Diebenkorn, words inspired by Pablo Neruda.
what cannot be
returned—
what cannot be
empty,
adjourned–
what cannot be
returned
The NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a triolet. I took a few liberties.
Art inspired, once again, by Richard Diebenkorn.
The curve is filled with an intensity of emotions that stretches to eternity.
The curve trembles in fear.
The curve can taste the edges of the silence in its tentacles.
O Galileo! What path can we follow away from the gravity of Earth?
The curve is empty, spilling its contents into a weightless void.
The mirror gathers the songs of the lost and echoes them back in a pulsing of 808s.
The mirror reflects the images of the night sky, magnifying the sound.
Remember the pattern: E=mc2.
The voiceless parabola crosses between the lines.
The voiceless parabola becomes the lines.
Galileo burns all the mirrors.
If E=mc2 what does K=?
Our illusions will fail to be optical.
Our unborne illusions will overshadow our minds.
Our illusions will be part of the equation.
(Que Sera, Sera)
Our illusions will dance on our graves,
stretching forever along the curve of our blindness,
into the vast unknown.
I thought the NaPoWriMo prompt list of random directions for writing a poem would result in something silly. But that’s not where it wanted to go.
Art inspired by Richard Diebenkorn.
K. 