Accentual syllable falls in between. Surprised us all, the serotinious scheme. No longer is everything anymore any keen. Someone had surely searched for its mean? But all went undone and nothing was clean. The second September of Twenty-Thirteen. Never before was […] Continue reading
“Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill; ….Children, Still weaving budded aureoles, Will speak our speech and never know.” – Wallace Stevens, ‘A Postcard from the Volcano.’ ~ Farewell to the ocean, the California sun. Goodbye to great […] Continue reading
This is the place Where I lay my head This is still me This is my bed I am still here Long after years I still imagine […] Continue reading
~ The old Mountain Boomer is a general roomer of the Southwest lands way out West. He’s fast on his legs, and he never will beg. He takes what he wants cause he can. Only Road Runner can out-match this “Gunner,” for he moves much too fast than the rest. A Rattlesnake […] Continue reading
~ “Please come inside. The Window is broke.” Said a sign, But the Window Never spoke. “So. What’s up there, With your silent friend?” I asked of the frame. “Please come inside. The Window is broke.” Hmm… as said: “It’s Déjà vu once again.” ~ The people inside All stand […] Continue reading
~ We are becoming The old folk we knew, No longer now with us, Whose losses we rue. Life, like a train trip, One track bearing to; There is no return trip – Onward, straight through. Too frequent are short stops, To drop off a few; Old folk won’t get on, Just only the new. […] Continue reading
…and then she will ask me, to say something nice – there’s something, I’m certain, should surely suffice. My mind dashes back through slivers of time – To memory moments, sliced by design, and think of, ponder, give over to wander though time in the mind, is always together. Birds of one feather – a […] Continue reading
~ A marbled morning sunrise at five, and I want to know, who sculptured this? Is Michelangelo still working on ceilings? after all those years? ~ A small ‘’tweet’‘ comes, from close overhead; followed by ‘’squawks’‘ in the distance. ~ Two birds. Two birds. There are only two birds; when only two, what then, is the […] Continue reading
~ The canyon walls so do enthrall, the heights are so impressive; ~ these canyons call great wherewithals, from man’s great flights of fancy. ~ On Sundays, bare, there’s no one there; yet, still it fels expressive. ~ A paper cup that someone’s dropped retains the single vestige ~ immaterial, though ethereal – an abstract […] Continue reading
~ A pencil in hand, I stand, I am a man of the Twentieth Century. I don’t understand your culture, your land; though, it must be rich, this sudden switch, but I know it just can’t be penury. ~ We talk the same talk – or we do somewhat – but your penchants […] Continue reading
~ A silence abounds when we make our rounds, for my two dogs and I on our walks. ~ There are houses with spouses, with singles, and what-not’s. They don’t wave, they won’t smile, much less will they talk. ~ This silence astounds on these daily done rounds, it’s the sound of a safe distance […] Continue reading
– A willow stands upon this land, an antiquated tree. How old you ask – I cannot say, but older than are we. – I met this tree when I was young a boy of maybe three. And even then it was beyond a score or more than me. – Now, many of years have […] 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
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 