Blue Norther

Blue Norther

If I saw you now

blue-sudden as a Norther

borrowed cherokee hair gone snowy

wolfhound jaw locked against

the puzzle in your buckshot eyes

would it be the way it was, hard with

love and leaving,

full of the boy who wasn't ours,

of jaguar ghosts, bankrupt sacrifice;

an emptying out,  looking away,

passing on?

~April 2013

55 sharply falling degrees for   the g-man

Process notes:  BLUE NORTHER:    Refers to a swift-moving cold frontal passage in the southern Great Plains, marked by a dark, blue-black sky with strong wintery winds from the northwest or north and temperatures that may drop 20°F to 30°F in a few minutes. ~weather.com





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Snail Trail

Snail Trail

So in this profundity

beer can epiphany

sex cloning elegy

maw-yawning atrophy

born out of apathy

bored and beguiled

trialed in denial,

convicted, shell-jailed,

we see the snail swallow

the world in his trail.
Infinite his prism

within the dead matter

forever dividing his coil from his light,

the slick swollen foot

clings close to his godhead

slopped over creation,

worshipping his own

crustacean ascension,

scumblind as an eye sore

to the swoop

of the crow

the black abbess who buries

him shell, foot and all

deep in the chapel

of her throaty pink craw.

~April 2013

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 Out of Standard: Film School Drop Out Edition

The ever-enigmatic Isadore Gruye has presented us with a Justin Timberlake film clip;no fault to her, him or the film that this was all I could get from it. You can see it at the link above.

also written with more than a dollop of irony for

Poetics at   dVerse Poets.

Optional Musical Accompaniment

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Energy Flow

Cosmic Energy~Remedios Varo

 Energy Flow

We talk

as the light fails

as the tide ebbs

as the vein flattens.

each word

is a bead

is a lifeline

is a pebble

on a beach

on the moon

under the earth

within the golem.

Your face

is a bird

before it flies

is a firefly

before it blinks out.

~April 2013

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Kerry's Wednesday Challenge: Existentialism

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The Whiteness of Doves, Part II

Child with a Dove~Marc Chagall

Part II.
Dove's Song

I was white

as doves in snow,

soft as their ruby coo to you

in the muffled morning of latter days

when the misty world

wore winter but we

glowed still

a coral lantern

at the heart.

You brought the blue

to me, the open sky, then
cold dissolve and clutch,

wound your kelpen legs
around me in riptide's ebb,

down to the drag of dead-sand

white washed wild,

dove among gulls, mazed,

too wet to fly.

But sun comes after storm

and feathers dry.

~April 2013 

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