~ 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
~ I am so blind, I’ve lost my night vision. Each day Unto next I forget I’m used to familiar, The routine of head, Not close, But at most A close fit. And time, when it then comes, As time always will, It laughs when I ask it To stop and stand still. […] Continue reading
~ Someone complaining of recent affairs: “The country was ‘falling apart.” He was airing ‘our’ laundry with someone else there – a Jan Van Someone, not from ’round here. “There isn’t one race that runs the whole place. That is your problem I fear. […] Continue reading
i My, Oh My! Oh my! What a sight. I saw her again. I saw her last night. She lit up the air In her radiant white. My, Oh My! The goddess of light. Always, on toward; Somewhere, but forward. Onward, endured, The mantel of Right. Steadfast, assured; Implacably froward; Fast […] Continue reading
~ We are becoming The old folk we knew, No longer now with us, Whose losses we rue. Life, like a train trip, One track bearing to; There is no return trip – Onward, straight through. Too frequent are short stops, To drop off a few; Old folk won’t get on, Just only the new. […] Continue reading
…and then she will ask me, to say something nice – there’s something, I’m certain, should surely suffice. My mind dashes back through slivers of time – To memory moments, sliced by design, and think of, ponder, give over to wander though time in the mind, is always together. Birds of one feather – a […] Continue reading
. Oh, I still write Verse, but not putting it here. The reason? The Mags have made very clear: . They want Fresh, virginal, unpublished Poetry; and should I post mine, then they won’t have it. . Oh well, such is the Life; so much is still goes unfair. . I guess Mags want to […] Continue reading
~ I am so angry with present-day poetry, in poetry passing review. ~ When reading the poets of present-day poetry, I’m flummoxed, bewildered, bemused. ~ No rhyme, nor meter; no beating with time. No accentual syllabic to be found in the Line. ~ But then that’s the freedom of Art for Art’s sake in present-day […] Continue reading
~ The canyon walls so do enthrall, the heights are so impressive; ~ these canyons call great wherewithals, from man’s great flights of fancy. ~ On Sundays, bare, there’s no one there; yet, still it fels expressive. ~ A paper cup that someone’s dropped retains the single vestige ~ immaterial, though ethereal – an abstract […] Continue reading
~ A pencil in hand, I stand, I am a man of the Twentieth Century. I don’t understand your culture, your land; though, it must be rich, this sudden switch, but I know it just can’t be penury. ~ We talk the same talk – or we do somewhat – but your penchants […] 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 […] Continue reading
~ A Humming Bird! she hovers here! then darts in jet-like fashion. Fast and fleet in a soundless streak, I wonder, where keeps her bastion? ~ This Humming Bird’s in search of flower, red with nectar sweet! She stands time still, for what seems an hour, seeking red red meat to eat. ~ Zipping here, […] Continue reading
– In plain talk! Modernists dubbed vers libre. To break the pentameter And the metrical foot; To free! ala vers libre, To say what you want; To open the lines to a free-form of font; To write concretely of things, and not of ideas; Basically, to write what the hell that you want! – ”I […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 