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April 15, 2011
Liminal, a god
washes up on the rocks
of everything. Its lightlessness
howls I AM ALL, WHOLE, A PERFECT
ATOM OF CREATION.
It looks about, absently
shuffles the stars, knowing
that it knows that it
knows that it
knows that
it
cannot create relevance.
April 16, 2011
Geodes know
the secret to happiness.
Keep part of yourself
empty. Full,
you cease to be.
April 17, 2011
Holub, eye bleeding absently,
was not surprised
to see an angel
rise from the depths
of his poetry.
Its face was lightening. He measured
the voltage, mapped the looping
currents, observed the terribly
neutral polarity. He diagrammed the
six wings, counted each toe.
The oxygen-to-carbon-dioxide-ratio
was documented, the clotting factor
of divinity.
All around, the atoms
circled their cages like mice.
Salvation can not be measured, and so
Holub's angel, like atoms
or mice, did not know the shape
of a soul, was not required
to save it.
He dissected the angel and then
wrote a poem. The poem became
a knife, which he used
the only way he knew how.
Liminal, a god
washes up on the rocks
of everything. Its lightlessness
howls I AM ALL, WHOLE, A PERFECT
ATOM OF CREATION.
It looks about, absently
shuffles the stars, knowing
that it knows that it
knows that it
knows that
it
cannot create relevance.
April 16, 2011
Geodes know
the secret to happiness.
Keep part of yourself
empty. Full,
you cease to be.
April 17, 2011
Holub, eye bleeding absently,
was not surprised
to see an angel
rise from the depths
of his poetry.
Its face was lightening. He measured
the voltage, mapped the looping
currents, observed the terribly
neutral polarity. He diagrammed the
six wings, counted each toe.
The oxygen-to-carbon-dioxide-ratio
was documented, the clotting factor
of divinity.
All around, the atoms
circled their cages like mice.
Salvation can not be measured, and so
Holub's angel, like atoms
or mice, did not know the shape
of a soul, was not required
to save it.
He dissected the angel and then
wrote a poem. The poem became
a knife, which he used
the only way he knew how.
Literature
Choose choice decide decision
The decision doesn't matter.
or, not really.
But can I choose another
without being buried in that decision, can I stand in the storms
of my own doubt?
That is the real test.
Securities and lack of, flashing
like strikes of lightning
across my face
And normally I choose to be broody
And unhappy in my consuming turmoil,
Mine. Possessive.
But these things strike me anyhow.
Be like the water. Soft, heavy,
Sometimes crashing,
Characteristically true.
Literature
Snare
& she prefered her hind leg caught in those
greedy teeth
her trapp-ed-ness : her happiness
his puncture marks & their bittersweet ooze
to hold her; to let her
in her last moments
belong to him
Literature
Liberation
Dark days pass like eons,
A lingering test of will.
To those still fighting,
We carry your burdens,
We hoist your flags.
We salute you
Beacons of hope.
With ascetic patience,
Perseverance, acceptance.
Dawn breaks across the battlefield.
The liberation
of a brighter tomorrow.
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NaPoWriMo 2011: Everything Becomes Itself
More than halfway through. See [link] for days 1 through 9, [link] for days 10 through 14, [link] for days 18 through 23, and [link] for the final set.
April 15: The truth of omniscience.
April 16: Defining yourself by progress.
April 17: A tribute to my favorite poet, Miroslav Holub. Contains references to his poetry, his beliefs about poetry, and his work as a scientist.
More than halfway through. See [link] for days 1 through 9, [link] for days 10 through 14, [link] for days 18 through 23, and [link] for the final set.
April 15: The truth of omniscience.
April 16: Defining yourself by progress.
April 17: A tribute to my favorite poet, Miroslav Holub. Contains references to his poetry, his beliefs about poetry, and his work as a scientist.
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What form of poetry is this? I cannot say I have seen any like it... very nice