Chimera
~ A bloom of love loses the head a minute an hour grows old. One small child, both lost in the while, the mind a refuge for gold. A new moon to slough a cusp overhead – Behold! […] Continue reading
~ A bloom of love loses the head a minute an hour grows old. One small child, both lost in the while, the mind a refuge for gold. A new moon to slough a cusp overhead – Behold! […] Continue reading
~ Ah! Young mother, there with your son, Pray tell us, dear daughter, what have you done? “Why, the Future, my dear! You see him right here. And the Future has barely begun.” And what’s to be told for the Future of old, like us, no longer so young? Does the Future behold […] Continue reading
~ The water runs deep dark and steep just a few feet from the lake shore and all eyes will sweep the largeness she keeps – she’s a butte of a lake, and much more. The boys of their teens are barely just weaned from the babies they were just before, then […] Continue reading
~ In the Land O Plenty a tow-head is born to a freshly made married young couple. They had gotten themselves perhaps into trouble, from whence a tow-head got formed. Her family, all farmers, migrate from strip-farms to steel-mills in Depression and war. His, they’re all vets, from Union and Rebel; they’re […] Continue reading
~ Zero Week, it is a treat, Transcendental mental kind of retreat. Zero Week, it leaves effete the masculine, immortality of boys. It leaves them effete; they begin to sink, down through the ambience of a realm self-retreat. A mental defeat, but non-discrete. to forms for one’s self-preservation. There’s shots to take; changes […] Continue reading
~ A girl and a boy, together they play; friends, if but only today. A time will soon come, as it always does, and lead each other away. She’s cute. He’s pretty. But Nature betrays the neat from the normal; there’s nothing abnormal that Nature obeys. […] Continue reading
~ Those crazy things that young will men do – worlds of dangerous delusion, bombs and breakage, wreaking the wreckage. Young men know not what they do. I was one once; how about you? Still a bit young? Okay then, skip you. You must have some […] 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
I need to get back to that feeling before. The one at the time that my parents ignored. The same one in my own son which I now abhor. […] Continue reading
Ah! Young mother! standing with son, Pray tell us, what you have done? Why, the Future, my dear! He’s standing right here. The Future has barely begun. ~ And what’s to behold for the Future, of old, like us, who are no […] Continue reading
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
. . I longed for, once, there to be castles in the air. . Ah! Silly youth. You must now know the truth: . And this may seem unfair, but, in New Mexico, there are no castles, anywhere. . Lo Siento. . . . . ©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2012
~ Aloha Lou, what will you do on Hotel Street today, ~ but change your clothes and drag yourself on stage for a great display. ~ All the men seated, and formally feted, wearing their blue, brown and gray. ~ While you, Lou, will sell your soul and yourself, as your youth slips silent away. […] Continue reading