Jeff Norris shoots

Kurotaki Yama

 

Joan McNerney writes

How Trouble Grows

Trouble is patient
hiding around corners.
creeping through shadows
entering without a sound.

It starts as a seed blown
by careless winds and
covers your garden with
foul brackish weeds.

Or sparks from a match
spread over fertile ground
becoming flames speeding
through the long night.

Trouble knows where you live.
You cannot hide from it.
Gaining a foothold, growing
fat feeding on your flesh.

Watch how trouble grows
inch by inch, molecule
by molecule coursing
through your veins.

Trouble begins as a whisper
day by day growing louder.
Your heart beat becomes
a thumping drum.

Soon you will forget
there was a time
when trouble was
not at your side.

 Joe Btfsplk -- Al Capp

dah writes

Turbine

I’m in stillness, silence, 

listening.

The desert’s pungent sage
absorbs me.
There’s blinding white borax
like a divine unveiling

I’m a drowsy child
in a giant sandbox
My innocence transfixed
on the providence of nature,
on a new future.
A wobbling sun
whirls its turbine.

Over the mountains, the full moon
seems too heavy to move,
it rises nonetheless,
like a penetrating guru,
taking me into a trance
of consciousness.

Confident thoughts follow.
My inheritance lies before me,
shadows stacked upon shadows,
hundreds miles of desert nightscape

Turbinen-Kopf (Turbine-Head) -- Gunter Pusch

Arlene Corwin writes

People Get Tattoos

People get tattoos because 
They think that there’s no change, 
Because they’re vain, in love: 
They think they choose, because 
They’ve no idea at all 
The rain in Spain lies mainly  
In the plain,  
That muscle turns 
And what was breast or chest and firm,  
De-firms, deforms 
With budding bicep rose 
Becoming wrinkled, wilted posy of-the-elbows.

I suppose it’s all to do 
With time and how we throw 
Away our energies, with time 
Outgrowing side- and peepshow  
We all worshipped once with gusto.

Oh, tattoo, you are a symbol 
Of myopia and youth, 
A cockeyed view of truth 
That lets us down.

Still, people will demand tattoos, 
Refusing all discussion 
Until gusto gets to be disgust. 
Nothing one can do 
Except boo-hoo  
This triste refrain to all who’ll listen; 
Self abstain, and be a witness.

[Given the popularity of tattoos, beards, shaven heads, holes in the body...et al,  I'm enclosing this highly relevant observation written first in 2002, revised in 2004 and now again in 2018.]

Timothy Spearman writes and shoots

A Waking Dream
 

She sleeps while I wake

I walk the earth, she the astral plane

She is asleep but awake

I am awake but asleep

I’d prefer to wake in her dream

and walk in her sleep

Am I a butterfly dreaming I am with her?

Or am I with her dreaming I am a butterfly?

Let us fly to the past so we can see the future

Let us soar to the future so we can survey the past

May we wake in our dream

And dream when we wake

 "A Poeture Speaks a Thousand Words"