~ The Self — is it Free in Becoming or Being? Inscribed – hard and fast – on a highway life map? Is there more to a life we’re just not seeing? Who’s driving? Who’s riding? Who’s paying attention? ~ Some roads are one-way, others round-trip. I’ve seen some fall asleep at the wheel. They […] Continue reading
. A heavy encumbrance, the air of regret. Remembrance reformed that will not forget. . What were the words that passed through those lips in the moment of promise, as it sliently slips? . The enchantment of place, the enhancement of time, the importance of factors retrenched to the mind. . Should I, could I? […] Continue reading
. I’m awake! at two, three, or four in the morning and I sit outside in the dark, drinking coffee, smoking a cigarette, under the underbelly of a huge, grey-black raincloud. . Lights! from a distant hospital on a hill and a near-by shopping plaza give the necessary glow to this underbelly. And it lies there, […] Continue reading
. The underbelly, the undertow, are both beneath the over-man. But he can’t help it — he is what he am; you know, an over-man is only so-so. . . ‘Haiku Red’ Wearing red glasses a red fire truck passes a red light flashes. . The day is sunny and I still put my money […] Continue reading
Sometimes I go out, my fly is wide open; sometimes I don’t catch it at all! ~ Perhaps it’s a stretch, but I am still hopin’ for a Freudian Slip, not the Fall. ©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011
~ And the circle shall not be broken, Dear Lord, By and by. ~ What is this circle we don’t want broken? Dear Lord, and why? ~ Can someone tell me if it rains on Wednesday does it matter, if at all? ~ And why does Wednesday follow Tuesday? Why not Monday, all in all? […] Continue reading
~ There she was. The pretty girl; blonde, bubbly, babe, lying now in a bed she will lie forever – a rack of rotting meat. ~ Pretty girl, she was; funny girl, that too! More funny yet, is how she met her death – Geez! I guess I never knew you. ~ . . ©Marvin […] Continue reading
‘Haiku Tu’ ~ ‘Red Rooster come here.’ ‘Please Red Rooster, please come here.’ ‘I’m axing you nice.’ ~ ~ The polite farmer axing the red bird to come: ‘It’s Haiku for you.’ ~ ~ ‘No.’ said Red Rooster. ‘But, you are more than welcome to go axe yourself.’ ~ ~ [End of ‘Haiku Tu’ / […] Continue reading
~ A Humming Bird! she hovers here! then darts in jet-like fashion. Fast and fleet in a soundless streak, I wonder, where keeps her bastion? ~ This Humming Bird’s in search of flower, red with nectar sweet! She stands time still, for what seems an hour, seeking red red meat to eat. ~ Zipping here, […] Continue reading
~ It’s so embarrassing to be such a fool; yet, how many times must I repeat it! ~ One would think one would learn; still, I don’t — I can’t beat it! ~ I still recall my father’s words: If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. ~ I’m an idiot! ~ . . ©Marvin Loyd […] Continue reading
~ There’s a high-pitched tweet I’d not heard before, coming from the maple tree. Is it possible I may have, but not paid attention? I know there is more that escapes me. ~ I’ve worked in a world where I’d honed my intention; lost to a mileau, True! my own invention. For thirty-plus years I […] Continue reading
~ The myths for mankind are long lost and gone, so at least as according to Carl Gustav Jung. The myths help explain an unconscious life, and sans all of this, why we suffer with strife. ~ Unconscious archetypes abound everywhere, the ego of man, is in one hemisphere — the public persona’s in thin […] Continue reading
~ It’s raining in Central Virginia. It’s grey and everything’s wet. No blue sky today in Virginia, Just water is all we will get. ~ Percussions of patter, trickles of splatter, A hundred, if thousand, rivulets. The pounding and splatter of water on matter, And water wets all that it hits. ~ Amazingly more is […] Continue reading
So, Lo! once again, I come round-robin From whence – and once more! – I began. Low are the rays of the sun’s gentle sloping, which quickens the colors of leaves before dropping. And much have I sought, at such little wrought, in seeking and chasing the ephemeral thought. ~ I came to the East […] Continue reading
~ And onward walks she and her peers Like solemn sovereign isles, bereft of joy in stoic tears and more, she never smiles. ~ Very close to bellicose belie their hidden smiles The worlds they live they keep too close these solemn sovereign isles. ~ So few convey an inner joy they trek on endless […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 