from a distance

Written on July 28, 2015 by tinkwelborn

the lawn looks lovely lovely and wet a valley bucolic comelier yet everything lovely as further you get as then when much closer you get what you vet ©2015, Marvin Welborn 28 July 2015

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Episodical

Written on July 26, 2015 by tinkwelborn

…. The puppy of Hooville pees where he must! While two Robins fight for the very same bush. A man walks his Bulldog, he’s taking it home; Where there, the dog buries a well hidden bone. A lady of genteel lives all alone, She Lives off a trust, a family capstone. She hires the young […] Continue reading →

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The Safe Distance Silence

Written on July 26, 2015 by tinkwelborn

~ A silence abounds, when we make our rounds, my two dogs and I on our walks. There are houses with spouses, singles, and what-nots. They don’t wave, they won’t smile, nor talk. This silence astounds on these daily done rounds, it’s the sounds of a safe distance silence. Some cut-level looks, non-verbal […] Continue reading →

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Social Décor

Written on July 3, 2015 by tinkwelborn

Twenty-Four people . . . two rooms apart; Jury Selection, a Criminal Court. Each one, a stranger, another won’t know . . . but after some hours, affinities show. Everyone hungry by mid-afternoon . . . Sitting . . . Just sitting, Inside a locked room. “You look familiar . . . “Have we met […] Continue reading →

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creation myth

Written on June 25, 2015 by tinkwelborn

once in all time of time immemorial back to the day where day immaterial beyond all of history before there was story even before ever was something first out of nothing came number four four was the number no whys for why four but first just this word and the number of four four was […] Continue reading →

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The Heart of the Beast

Written on June 22, 2015 by tinkwelborn

~ There’s just so much non-sense a soul can endure, From trivial minded, decided, obdure. I met one, one time, demeaning for sure, The current machine as debase and impure. Oh sure, they still do it, again and again; Forever and ever, and on to no end. Things just get bad for whoever is in. […] Continue reading →

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The Long Conversation

Written on June 21, 2015 by tinkwelborn

~ Who am I? What is my Purpose? What is the Meaning of Life? How should I know my Role in the Cosmos? Why do I have to die? What is this Love, and Sorrow and Laughter? What is this Yearning to Try? And why does it Turn, all that we Learn, Back, into Dust […] Continue reading →

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In the Conceit of a Poem

Written on June 21, 2015 by tinkwelborn

~ By its shapes, how it smells, and by looking to tell all the whats, wheres and whens to the senses, a 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 the metaphor for, but conceit. And you […] Continue reading →

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The Age of Experience

Written on June 7, 2015 by tinkwelborn

~ And Sixty-Seven ended much different, and different it was from the decade before. The Fifties were nifty, but sad and a bore; the Sixties had plenty of hope held in store. One decade long is not a long span, compared to the world, a flash for the Man. The Age of Experience – You […] Continue reading →

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Evermore!

Written on April 6, 2015 by tinkwelborn

~ I’ve still more pages! More verse-rhyme to write. Pent-up the Crages Last long into night. The Crages are Rages, Too Crazy to fight. My wage is More Pages! More verse-rhyme to write. Offer me water, Proffer me bread! I’m just a prisoner, Inside my head. My Penance, the Sentence – It’s writing, instead. “Write […] Continue reading →

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Truman Capote

Written on April 4, 2015 by tinkwelborn

~ Another book finished, A much smarter man; Reading the first part, Then jumping to end. Truman Capote, That’s how he would wend Through hundreds of good books, If not a thousand. ~ And when he had finished He claimed that he knew All of the writings Of writers – He knew! Not a close […] Continue reading →

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The Head of the Monarch

Written on September 24, 2014 by tinkwelborn

~ Awake! At three o’clock in the morning, I’m trying to get my nights and days straight. There’s six hours difference twixt Paris and Corning; A night-light shines on a watch still not set. This low dose of no doze helps to forget; one hour of regress won’t help it a bit: Today will be […] Continue reading →

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The Garden of Plenty

Written on August 27, 2014 by tinkwelborn

~ A garden of plenty, best seen by light, sleeps quiet as many all though the night. A lonely cicada makes a great sound, where none but the one is around to be found. A specie of last year, this year, the blight, makes this single creature the sounds made at night. The garden of […] Continue reading →

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Eternity

Written on August 19, 2014 by tinkwelborn

~ In the Moments of Eternity I draw from me an Ecstasy – It comes to me, Discovery! Epiphany, and Euphony. A Symphony from Tympany Parodies Cacophony. Such Parity in Moiety Ought not to be what […] Continue reading →

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An Image Also Has Words

Written on August 13, 2014 by tinkwelborn

~ A squirrel lie unfurled, from end-to-end curled, near a corner, on the sidewalk, by the street. My dog stops to smell, but she cannot tell what chance there befell her, she greets. The small gray squirrel now gone to the world, in soul, but body it keeps. One […] Continue reading →

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