~ Autumn falls fast, when it springs into Winter, whilst all along Winter is getting warmed up. ~ And all of this happens so plentifully fast, which augments the feelings of a life moving past. – So fast! Too fast! Is it time moving passed? – All of these feelings of failing and falling, that appear […] Continue reading
~ By its shapes, how it smells, and by looking to tell all the whats wheres and whens of the senses, the poet survives, by bringing alive all those thats, theres, and thens to the pensées. And all, by deceit! Word-verbiage feat! Ah well, What the hell. What’s a metaphor for, but conceit. And you […] Continue reading
…. A Worm Moon arises high overhead; a hole in the sky; a well, water fed. No silhouette figure ever appears; abandoned, this well, everyone fears. A sky overhead; it never is clear. Clouds cover up what blue may be there. Never a figure appears overhead. Abandoned, it is, the owners all dead. And once, […] Continue reading
…. It’s that time of year, the coming again: Green as the color, the color of spring. Birds singing freely, swing limb from limb; spring is the color, of music they hymn. Flora, abounding! Colors, astounding! Fauna, out standing amid all and in the green of the spring, they come and revere; But they […] Continue reading
…. A difficult subject can be explained to the slowest, witless, dimwitted of man; that is, so long as he’s never pre-trained in knowledge, idea, therewith forehand. ~ But he, most intelligent, knowledge ordained; firmly persuaded, and always demands; he will not listen, nor will he obtain the simplest notion, no matter how plain. …. […] Continue reading
…. So now, here you are; it’s not really you; but this is, by far, the best we can do. A mental image, what we encompass; should we do damage, Edith, forgive us. But, you were long gone before we’re about; all we can go on that’s left, we make out. We think you someone, […] Continue reading
…. The early hours, midnight to dawn; stragglers come in on their own. The parties are over; they’ve come to get sober; a last place to stop, before home. It’s the Bungalow Inn, where haggles begin; the chagrin, of being alone. The end of a day; the start to a new; the Bungalow Inn, to […] Continue reading
…. The winter of 16 Was almost not here; Then, neither was spring, Now whether that matters. The strangest of things Are never so clear, As good things that wake up and make up for sadder. If this makes much sense, You’re smarter than I; For I never learned A priori. ~ During that […] Continue reading
…. always, the voices voices repeating…. ever in voices never completing the meaning intention always misled…. all bear completion but oh no instead…. always the voices misheard and misread…. only those voices which come from the head always the voices of those from the dead…. …. ©2016 Marvin Welborn 26 February 2016. Revised 24 Mar […] Continue reading
…. In San Juan County, the horses are plenty; the people who live there, but few. Wild run the horses, feral and liberal; as well as for people, they are free too. More than one hundred thousand wild ponies roam thru a dome of skies bright and blue. If truth be told, these horses are […] Continue reading
…. And now, I am done! I’m way past my Prime. Whatever was, happened – All now lost thru Time. All that which was given, striven, made mine – Time hath re-taken. Time takes its Time. Time, Great Time – Is this thy design? For […] Continue reading
[tis the season….] ~ Another five inches, Snow falling down. One bird is singing, One bird, around. The screens of a porch Clad dandruff-white stuff, Hanging and clinging The singing gets rough, When then comes another, The other lets up. Two birds, two birds, Now two birds are heard. And then somewhat later The Blackbirds […] Continue reading
~ So different this New Man, The Blue Man, These Dragoons of Kearny. I see him – But he, He doesn’t see me! A New Man, This Blue Man, Pale-faced as white sand, A fraction of men, Sent here by Kearny. A Blue van Of New Men, The Blue Man new army. He comes at a […] Continue reading
The Long Island Sound The high school reunion, which I won’t attend, Will be held in Las Vegas, Nevada. I’ll go to Long Island, out near the end, Where they still say in that fun way “What’s da matta?’’ It’s odd what we say what we’re really not thinking: Magician’s with rabbits and top hats. When […] Continue reading
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