The silence belongs to me, not requested, not demanded, the silence belongs to me. If I wanted to share I would. If it meant things could change and I wanted to share I would. If it mattered, meant things could change and I wanted to share, I would. It is between God and me now. [...]
I like the bright lights, the pretty lights, the colorful lights along Main Street on the North end of town which is not that far from the South end of town. I have no time for whiners and criers and attorneys who sue to take them down, to strip our strip of bright lights, pretty [...]
Mid-lake, frozen in struggle, a flock of wild geese. One hundred lost dreams. © 2008 Chrome Poet Originally posted December 3, 2008
I do not think I dreamed this dream before, yet I find traces recorded in journals, poems and stories; in logs penned while quietly sitting; sleepy strokes of meditative hand; capturing words dictated from some strange place by a voice less material than I. In the dream, in the writing sleeps warning: Do not seek [...]
Watching the sky at the thinnest edge of day. Two grey squirrels scurry beneath maple leaves to bury walnuts under the grass. Plumed tails fidget marking their progress above sea of leaves. Stillness consumes sound. Silence, light yet heavy, shadow and light, expands perfectly cool, intensely magic, lingering twilight. Sense of continuity paints Mind in [...]
We inherited a cat. We are not pet people. Liz thought she was until we inherited a cat. We are not pet people. It’s not that we dislike animals. Quite contrary. We love them too much. Liz spoils our inherited cat with fresh fish and organic chicken livers. Every morning I pour the cat a [...]
He stares at the painting on the wall outside the meeting room moves in close, stretches over the table, gets intimate. He tilts his head to focus brush stokes through bifocals. A thought catches his mind and he walks backward quickly, eyes focused on color and form. He nearly collides with a woman in a [...]
The little things make life beautiful. Marigolds and hops in the garden. Miniskirts at the station. A comfortable seat with leg room. We could work naked, relax and know each other beautiful but we do not. I retreat to little things. Mozart and coffee in a quiet restaurant. Oatmeal with raspberries and yogurt. A call [...]
Unlike children we sometimes reject ideas; not every light-bulb is sacred. When lips purse to form words Ur-Editor weighs value against defect; attempts to predict impact, response, long-term effect on reputation; potential embarrassment and decides Yea or Nay. Unlike pen and keyboard speaking threatens finality; no undo; no rewrite. Some thoughts, strong, weak, brilliant as [...]
Poetry written journally daily quickly mostly editor off automatic writing almost no rhyme no rhythm constraints no form to frame yet intending more than prose broken across the page. Random shards: a beloved ceramic elbowed while reaching for coffee bits of girl and dog scattered across hardwood floors. Intuitive tapestry language warp language weft layered [...]