if all the media coalesce
about a single dream
with seams as smooth as sharkskin
fore to aft
if all the aspects intertwine
in helical gavottes
diurnal rhythm beating
at their core
if artist in the fire consumed
and ego disappears
as intuit immersion
catalytic commandeers
the reign of chaos
patterns finally make sense
is this art imitating life
or just life
Inspired by RC deWinter's Schizocreatophenia
in the glass who do I spy
he looks a lot like me
but that was then and this is now
I'm not the him who he
had hopes and dreams of sculpting
from the me I was back then
the medium more tedious
than snapshot does reveal
and fraught with intersections
with the them whose dreams are real
I shouldn't interfere
for dia-logue devolves to tribe
negotiation does ensue
soon where we go bears no resemblance
to the where we had in mind
do all the plans go so awry
and is that really bad
or is the plan a messenger
who save for prompt delivery
should neither vilified nor lauded be
Inspired kinda sorta by Michael Veloff's Impromptu
Good men reduced
to catatonic reverie
while doctors spin
preposterous chicanery
and overwhelm
our sense of incredulity
with claims upon
margins of opportunity
which bleed away
our sense of self determinacy
until we wake and say no more
Inspired by RC deWinter's Dispatch from the Front
It may appear as if the squid
bear bitter enmity
How one can leave the other
mired in spite
Truth be told they share a bond
much deeper than the flesh
They like it!
for they both have been to sea
Inspired by comments of Chris Flegel
eternal quest
the knight grown tired
flagging heart
and soul stretched thin
endless battle
countless scars
friends and lovers
turned to dust
yet he lumbers
ever onward
tarnished grail
his tragic lust
Inspired by RC deWinter's Hanged man's Heart
*Auntie Poetry 1 (urbane)*
rhinestone studded cat's eye specs
pillbox hat with matching clutch
nicely tailored linen suit
atop sensible walking shoes
charismatic writing pen
notebook full of prompts and bits
of verse some more some less complete
on cocktail napkin scraps
rapier quick acerbic wit
eyes which often alternate
'twixt laser sharp and distant glaze
always tinged with bittersweet
Inspired by anti-poetry 2 by Michael French
