The Written Word is a Magical Thing; Most Actions, however, are Boring….. From Action, some say, one lays claim to fame. I’m sorry, but that smacks bassackwards. In Words, which are written, Languages, spoken, Concepts, Percepts, Ideations; in these! to me […] Continue reading
We’d go off a huntin’ for Alamo Snow Two friends together alter egos. We two together off we would go Scraping and tearing […] Continue reading
…. What now, becomes of the Doohicky, there? You know the one. It was left there one year. Remember when it raised up its head, one day back then, and the Doohicky said: “Farewell! It’s been swell, but I’m outta here.” They were just a few words, […] Continue reading
A Kook, On The Kiva …. The Cliff-dwellers, at Bandolier, live there no more. Yet, people still stop to pay their Hellos, where homes have no rooves, windows, or doors, and ask: Why did they leave? Where did they go? What is a Kiva? and What is it for? Some, hold to notions they came […] Continue reading
~ I try to write. I cannot write. I try to write down a poem. The words, too trite; ideas, so slight; I question sometimes what I’m doing. In rhythm and rhyme, I concoct a line. And I try to keep […] Continue reading
My mother would walk, bearing close by. “Don’t ever let objects between us.” “Bad luck,” she would say; though, I’d never ask why. But now that she’s long gone – Believe us! ©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn
Some people keep track of their dates as they went; I don’t. And others take care with the time they have spent; I won’t. I don’t know….I don’t count….it’s been many a year, sometime back when I was 21. I […] Continue reading
could someone please tell me, would someone please do, why angels have wings for the good that they do? and why are they feathered? for a metaphor? someone sings orbs, spheres that make tunes – do you think that John Denver makes […] Continue reading
I went to a Poetry Reading, where a Philosopher sat in the troupe. When the conversation turned to the ‘Truth,’ it changed the whole venue and meaning. “Truth,” said the wise-man, “is like a Noon day Sun: When too bright, it is too blinding; […] Continue reading
– For Emily, wherever I may find her. …. He made yourself to look too free; He took your soul to his. O […] Continue reading
It’s hard to stop a train. A moving machine wholesome & clean; metal on metal, a clankity-clang – Nine times in ten and a-shambles again, compared to a stopping a train. Of two aunts once left, begone, bereft, of the consaguine […] Continue reading
…. Cold is the color of mid-winter hoar; gold is a feeling I felt once before. Nineteen-seventy I hereby declare the end of involvement, unfairness of war. So near and so far, too close for some, one dearly departed from what once […] Continue reading
I sit in my old car, a ninety-eight and listen not close to the music. The weather is cold, it’s January; and the sound, I guess, could be classic. I think of the meter as I write down, anapestic, or maybe iambic. Now, I know, you’ll stop and count out each line; if you’re like […] Continue reading
In real life we Tarzans don’t swing from a vine, and plainly those Janies wouldn’t give us the time. When I was a poor boy, white hats were all in for heroes, all sunshine; black hats for bad men. In real life the […] Continue reading
~ ~ Sometimes it’s hard, So hard to find, The right words that fall into measure. Sometimes it’s hard For song-sounding rhyme, To fit all the right words Together. Oft times they come; But then there are some That fall into place Like treasure. At most times, Like children, They like to be chased – […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 