Showing posts with label second chances. Show all posts
Showing posts with label second chances. Show all posts

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Pentimento




Careful consideration shows
traces of underdrawing.

Off-center.  Awkward.
Seed pearl tears dot the canvas.

Then a change of mind: 
brushed over with another venue.

Layers of new whitewash
show the transparency of my skin.

I look taller.  Three-dimensional.
Someone stands close behind.

There are curtainless windows.
Plenty of blue, because it is now.



tk/October 2014


R.A.D. Stainforth enjoys a glass and reads my poem...





Self-portrait by Vivian Maier 

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Spherical



There is exotic in repeating,
pouring  in a censer.
Swinging lasso, carefree.

It floats circular, heady, hypnotic;
pollinating everything open in my wake.  
Ritual of joy.

This time, I am brave enough
to leave nothing unsaid;  the whole
makes cosmic sense. 

Orbed.  Embraceable.

I am compelled to whisper it in round. 
A chant.  Maybe a prayer,
on the brink of a spell. 



tk/August 2014



Hypnotic read by R.A.D. Stainforth ...





Sunday, June 29, 2014

The Morn's Night



An hour ago,
I was a child of fables,
pokeweed.

A tongue roller,
chewer of grass
I could graft an oak from a twig.

Meanwhile, it's another o'clock;
acorns drop from grown trees.

The moon bellows baritone;
omits the chorus,
replaces it with zees.

Vitruvian sweetness finds me,
springing spreadeagle
wheel of honeysuckle.

I forget sleep;
shake out the pillowcase,
wrap it around my head
for a babushka

sound a klaxon,
hail a hackney carriage.

Get to Falkirk.



tk/June 2014


R.A.D. Stainforth adds a bit of magic... 





*A Game of Patience, 1937 by Meredith Frampton 


Sunday, April 6, 2014

Dust


O! claustrophobic air
apparent and busy in the sun.

Dust hangs in waves of spring,
a universe from the bliss of nowhere.

What fallen star, what robin,
what powdered sooth plays a second chance?

Follow flotsam to the horizon,
cross the bridge through gathering cloud.

Inhale motes and flutter-boats
the balm of dusk explodes a single sigh.



tk/April 2014






Sexy read by a springy R.A.D. Stainforth...