Aground not grounded
Becoming one with the Earth
Ashes to Ashes
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Starlight ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #271
A light which burned
For ten short years
Burned thrice as bright
And yet…
unseen
Like beacons in
The darkened sky
Which lived and died
Aeons ago
But whose light
Has reached us
…Only now
Though in that beam
Cast by hands and heart
Long gone
My spirits rise
I find again
…Delight
In starry starry night
Geometry ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #269
Geometries of Euclidean beings
Dominate the irregular perfections
Of organic patterns
And I
A lover of both
Math and nature
Am left unsure
Which is
The greater beauty
Is such judgment
Even necessary
Or wise
After all
Beauty itself
Is the construct
Of an eye
And a mind
Who am I to say
What you should find
Beautiful
Perpendicular ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #269
Parallels & perpendiculars
Take me away
Lead me astray
Through lines
End games
I do not know
From where I came
Nor necessarily
Where it all goes
Only that all imply
In my faraway mind
Movement & change
Sunshine ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #264
It waited for her
The little yellow chair
At the back of the house
In the little nook
Hidden away
From anyone’s eyes
The little yellow chair
At the back of the house
In the little nook
Hidden away
From anyone’s eyes
Late afternoon sunshine
Filtered through
The winter boughs
Eaves and overhangs
Sheltered her
From the usual Vancouver rain
But today
The sun
Fell on
Her little sunshine chair
A cigarette
And long moments
Filled with thoughts
Without consequence
Smalltalk daydreams
To pass the time
In seeming silence
While she chattered
With herself
About nothing
Beside the red house
Which was all red inside
Though the walls were white
And the Late Colonial furniture
In browns and blues
A quiet little moment
Of no small function
Before returning to
The dysfunction within
A small, life-saving moment
Of manufactured sunshine
Amplified
By the trickle of sun
Passing through naked branches
Ice ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #261
His was a visage of ice
Cold, chiseled
A frosty burn to the touch
Which not even the fire
Of his desire
Could melt
It protected him
It destroyed him
It hardened him
It betrayed him
For anyone could see
Just below the surface
The heat his coldness
Would never emit
His was a visage of ice
Cold, chiseled
A frosty burn to the touch
Which not even the fire
Of his desire
Could melt
It protected him
It destroyed him
It hardened him
It betrayed him
For anyone could see
Just below the surface
The heat his coldness
Would never emit
Stone ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #241
This forest of stone
Rotting on the desert plain
Rain the destroyer
Rotting on the desert plain
Rain the destroyer
Winding ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #239
The road winds down
To valley floor
From there the way
Cannot be known
To valley floor
From there the way
Cannot be known
With scant resource
For alternates
My faith is firm
No other course
Now heart resolved
Courage mustered
With just one step
My fears dissolved
Stovepipe
Stovepipe is a planet of two suns
Rarely seen whole
Through dense clouds
Which never shed rain
Rarely seen whole
Through dense clouds
Which never shed rain
The stone marker
A memorial to those who had come
But otherwise left no mark
After the third colony failed
The only visitors would be
Passersby and tourists checking off a box
The Bar & Grill of Passing Thru
It was one of those American small-town off-the-main-attraction tourist bar & grills papered with dollar bills, George Washington in all his unemotional placidity staring back at me from walls, pillar and ceiling. Off-season empty but for a pair of locals playing darts and a couple passing through on the way to somewhere relatives and presents waited for them. It was hard to tell whether the twinkle lights were seasonal or permanent, but there was no other sign of the holiday. So, permanent.
The place was stocked with beer, though. Lots of it. Their inventory must have been pretty mobile. The bartender just pointed a thumb over his shoulder when I asked for a beer list.
“We’ve got everything in those shelves.”
I counted five rows of 20 cubbyholes each, and every one had a different beer or cider. Maybe one was empty, just for the cliche.
“Impressive.”
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