The sea foam wasn't involved, nor the stone, rather alone, she evolved, emergent, blessèd, absolved.
Category: A Daily Poem
Caveat: Poem #1174 “Mitra’s daughter”
Mitra the covenanter, his heart full, chased the white bull to slaughter... and what about his daughter?
Caveat: Poem #1173 “No data”
The data refused to show the meanings instead leaning down below truth's cool superficial flow
Caveat: Poem #1172 “The mirror”
The self-reflective essay: a mirror showing clearer how I say I am than I am today.
Caveat: Poem #1171 “The disavowal”
Some trees have fewer leaves, now, than others. They would rather wonder how... or this winter disavow.
Caveat: Poem #1170 “Anticipatory regret”
I go outside before dawn, taste the wind, feeling chagrined by shapes drawn vaguely, thoughts un-acted on.
Caveat: Poem #1169 “Vegetative bird”
There is a gray cormorant just sitting, looking, waiting, head aslant, on the dock's arch, like some plant.
Caveat: Poem #1168 “The signs that appear when eyes briefly close”
Those hieroglyphs that are drawn by blinking, a vague inkling, but then gone, as my eyelids' world moves on.
Caveat: Poem #1167 “An expressway made of gravel”
The trucks on the expressway zoom along tires sing their song on rock - gray gravel kicked around all day
Caveat: Poem #1166 “Reduction”
A chill drizzle touched my neck, a ghost's hand prodding me, and sought to wreck my work, reduced to a speck.
Caveat: Poem #1165 “Procession”
The morning's light disburses in fragments: day's integuments, night's verses, like introspective hearses.
Caveat: Poem #1164 “The systematic advance of winter”
The first frost of the season kissed the earth, betraying mirth, fighting sun, limning puddles one by one.
Caveat: Poem #1163 “The sins of slugs”
The slugs climb the gravel stairs, all fearless, but confess to the bears that pass with glowering stares their sins and their weary cares
Caveat: Poem #1162 “In conclusion”
Caveat: Poem #1161 “Offerings”
Caveat: Poem #1160 “A shambolic shaman”
Caveat: Poem #1159 “As stones will do”
Caveat: Poem #1158 “Transubstantiation”
Specific unrealities surge, emerge from apophenic thoughts, caught in virtual gazes, await capture by minds, wind through fields like birds, heard like the wind, in your hair where we sleep.
Caveat: Poem #1157 “More paper”
Caveat: Poem #1156 “The infilling”
Caveat: Poem #1155 “As trucks will do”
Caveat: Poem #1154 “The waiting earth”
Caveat: Poem #1153 “A possible failure to live up to the cliché”
Caveat: Poem #1152 “Inscriptions”
Caveat: Poem #1151 “Inertia as a kind of superpower”
Caveat: Poem #1150 “We counsel patience”
Caveat: Poem #1149 “A one-sided but earnest conversation”
Rain! You, me... we should talk. I'm just trying to get something done out here under the clouds but you keep interrupting forcing your damp fingers at me full of naturalistic hubris.
Caveat: Poem #1148 “An effort to structure time”
So... Sunday. The thing is... the days, they blur... a string of mornings, awoken out of dreams, undifferentiated. Then the calendar lays guidelines, steers thoughts away from simple being.
Caveat: Poem #1147 “Extinction”
I'm wide awake, middle of the night. With an aggressive staccato, the rain perforates the air while I watch the darkness. I consider shapes. The night crawls by. It dissolves into dreams.
Caveat: Poem #1146 “A poem hostile to the reader”
lines displace surfaces manifesting into abstractions and hypotheticals painting obscure paradigms which distort representations and make you want to stop reading this
Caveat: Poem #1145 “A typical day in nether Commonia”
I saw there were strange things on the map: mysterious towns and highways, inconsistent land-uses, geographic glitches, unknowable lakes, hazy outlines, lost cities, portals, holes.
Caveat: Poem #1144 “Luna’s dissolute moods”
Just at dawn the moon gazes downward. She turns her bright eye to the trees. The clouds thin and part for her. The rocks reveal their dreams. The sea is bashful. She watches birds. She tastes air. She slumps. Pale.