~ The birds all fall into accolades, on the mornings of Central Virginia. ~ Colorful chorals that can escalade – pro forma, concerti, eudaimonia. ~ On and on, no stoppage of song, way long after morning’s forgotten. ~ All in all, a sound, a melodious funk; as it rises […] 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 silence. […] Continue reading
~ A Humming Bird! She hovers here! then darts in jet-like fashion. Fast and fleet a soundless streak. I wonder, where she keeps her bastion? This Humming Bird’s in search of flower, red with nectar sweet! She stands time still, what seems an hour, […] Continue reading
Birds of One Feather.
The dog stood in line in a vet’s tiny office, just waiting for inoculation. She was waiting her turn, behind all the others, where the one in the back always suffers. And after some wait, she just couldn’t take anymore, so the door she turned to and gaited. Patience, a virtue, but not so in […] Continue reading
~ The written down Word loses its verve, Artifacts served in the making. That of Before, happens no more. Once is enough for the taking. ~ For birds in the trees, no meaning to please. It’s the tricks of the […] Continue reading
~ the first full day brand new new year I sit in my car radio playing a song from a singer no one remembers as I did when I lived some other year no one is moving no one is here streets w/o people music I hear where people are missing nobody there some say […] Continue reading
~ Once, a man told me the lynchings of Blacks Cannot be compared to the Nazis Extermination of a whole nation Is genocide; not so, the case of the other. The systematic, deliberate slaughter Is murder for murder, for murder’s sake. One, genocide, the […] Continue reading
The puppy of Hooville pees where he must! Two Robins are fighting for the same bush. A man walks his Bulldog, taking it home; Where there, the dog buries a well hidden bone. A lady of genteel living alone, Lives off a trust of well hidden fortune. She hires the young lad to work in […] Continue reading
~ Where sometimes I sit, More often I sit, Somewhere out here in the garden. A Garden of Eden Worn down and beaten, Gone now all to seed and broken. Where sometimes a bird Will flit to the yard Researching for bits to be eaten. It riffs through the sheaths Of fallen down leaves, The […] Continue reading
So let us go then, you and I, unto the hills and azure sky, where there, together, both espy pebbled shells of rubble stone, the smoothed down hills, a past well gone. A boy too young, and dog, won’t know the why of […] Continue reading
~ Was Richard Pryor really that funny? Somewhere in humor we always find Truth. We laugh with the Jokester, by the Jester’s uncouth; Smile at Al Roker, forget Lenny Bruce; Find in some rumor a murmur of proof, That simpler things are closer to Truth. Compare the Comedian many have read, Mentioned by Shakespeare (the […] Continue reading
There is this Young Woman, a Vendor at store, Still young at heart, aged sixty-four. She Is sixty-four, if not a day more, and shuffles her wares from the oven. Her husband is dead, or so thought she’d said, or some time in life he’d left her. An old man, myself, my memory fails; in […] Continue reading
~ 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, the Sorrow and Laughter? What is the Yearning to Try? Why does it Turn, all that we Learn, Back, into Dust when […] Continue reading
~ Where does the moment That’s suddenly there, Heretofore dormant, But now comes aware, Come from all nothing And then it appears? Latent, an object, To subject, revered; And then, when we’re gone, It all disappears. An Axis Mundi Still will be here! The object of subject, The subject not there. ~ ©2014, Marvin Welborn […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 