Monday, February 20, 2012

Don't learn to do, but learn in doing. Let your falls not be on a prepared ground, but let them be bona fide falls in the rough and tumble of the world.

-Samuel Butler



Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Beloved, I'm yours.
Intrinsic reality -
you coursing through me.


The Haiku Challenge


To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive ... and impoverished.
-Roland Barthes

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Your rainbow, I love

Show me your colors.
I don’t want your black and white.
Stroke me with your stains.

Tints of all pigments,
Illuminate the hueless,
swallow the sallow

with blush complexion.
Give pallidity pigment.
Erase ebony,

Wash away the white.
Paint me a picture of pink.
Your rainbow, I love.
YOUR RAINBOW, I LOVE.
Your rainbow, I love,
paint me a picture of pink,
wash away the white.

Erase ebony
give pallidity pigment
with blush complexion.

Swallow the sallow,
illuminate the hueless.
Tints of all pigments.

Stroke me with your stains.
I don’t want your black and white.
Show me your colors.





Written for The Haiku Challenge 2012 - Day 12 – February 12th – Theme or Word: Colours Form: Naisaiku



(I played with this form a bit)





"Let
     the sun shine." - Thoreau

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Never the same

Moment to moment
shifts keep me always guessing
as to who you are.
 
He never felt twice the same about the flecked river,
Which kept flowing and never the same way twice, flowing
Through many places, as if it stood still in one.... Wallace Stevens







submitting at the Haiku Challenge day 11

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Calculation

Love is war of flesh and might, sweat and tears.
        Sometimes fight,
        Sometimes flight.


                 I’ve battled weary like a soldier, armed with
                                   weapons of all kinds.
                                             Now a veteran, I lay wounded
but undefeated.


War whoops,
                silenced, I hear a new cry, a new call
to drop my arms.


Throbbing from pain caused fervor, I will endure.


                   Mental calculation trumped as the inner man beats
                                                                    his breast
for glory.


The body is a frame,
The picture, Spirit
and I will be sustained.






submitting at Jingle Poetry

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Blue Pull

The push and the pull
that we have been reduced to,
we dance, we stumble.




Written for The Haiku Challenge 2012 - Day 4 – February 4th – Theme: Opposite Emotions