~ this trail leads one way but we’ll go the other for Lucky ‘n me we like to roam ~ that trail’s the highway travelled by others old Lucky ‘n me we roam alone ~ their way is that way our way’s another old Lucky’s to me like a brother […] Continue reading
~ I don’t get it. I never did. Why grown men hit little white balls, along the great lawns with long metal sticks. It’s not in the game that they’re interested in. Oh no? Pray tell then, what is it? Competition. […] Continue reading
~ I see. I saw. What it is I don’t know. I’m five years old watching. A chicken all white. It’s […] Continue reading
Prologue: [The Mexican people, and the native Pueblo, steal from each other, and fight Navajo. Three native nations, just seeking to Be, elides observation, except Apache.] ~ Hot! is the color of summer air; boiling, the sand, it spreads everywhere. Water adds value – if only there were; God knows! what value, of […] Continue reading
~ now, is the time; this is the moment. come hell or high water, just do it. if this doesn’t kill us, then it will make us stronger. it all comes out in the wash. this doesn’t grow on trees, does it? this can be […] Continue reading
“Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis Vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo.” [from The Waste Land. T.S. Eliot.} ~ I have become accustomed to life. Three score and four- and I’m not keeping score- years, and there well may be more. […] Continue reading
…. In teenaged years, they wait in great hope – They’re waiting for something to happen. They wait and they mope for some lucky stroke, they’re waiting on brand new horizons. They fill up on hate, in worlds they create; they cannot escape from inside […] Continue reading
~ communication: a system, language, nation; devotion notion, from the heart; or in the head, when a Rose arose, instead. ~ this Tanka poem is about WWII and the Navajo involvement. the original poem is at http://wp.me/p102ON-lj ©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn
…. simple pansy beautiful flower; in purple, else yellow, or some other color: what is your fancy? what’s your desire? I know. you won’t tell me what sets you afire. Ah! pretty pansy! so simple the flower: your nonchalant fancy I do so admire. two […] Continue reading
~ It’s allergy season, or so I’ve been told, and the people are falling in love! There’s more to this sunlight – We’re tired of the cold! And long since old Winter, we’ve turned off the stove, Allergic Reaction is taking […] Continue reading
…. I need seek someplace to find a humble, peaceful piece of my mind. Distraught, from the noise, that poser of sound! I plead for some peace, but there’s none to be found. With hollow heart, I fall all apart, in piecemeal movements, real slow. This change came to […] Continue reading
~ Around round rooms, sit telecommuters; at table apiece, each one is alone. Afitted to tables each world an unknown, the telecommuter re-enters alone. On laptops to each sits a self-stranger in civil loud silence soliloquist speech, where no one there listens and no one there speaks to one or another – […] Continue reading
…. communication a system a language a nation a notion of devotion in the heart or the head when a Rose arose instead …. the following is for NaPoWriMo, day 11. A tanka, I converted from Code Talkers: communication: a system, language, nation; devotion notion, from the heart; or in […] Continue reading
For Henry Loyd Smith …. I saw you there, resting there, supine against a tree. I saw you there, you didn’t see me, watching you at a tree. Your […] Continue reading
….the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. (Walt Whitman) ~ And where are you now my frolicsome friend, under my boot-heels in grass? I know. You said. You’d always be there, in the leaf of a page, turning fast. Teaching while turning, coy-fully punning; […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 