Kingsley Station

Original Poetry | 11/25/2003 | January24th

[Camachee]

canteloupe-water respites
and benevolent rain

Nice!

i took a pic
lazy lady
brash
over-exposed
but under appreciated
rolling in the hay
of a hammock
too secluded

[January24th]

Excel

why shouldn't days be parted
by columns of night?
and added to rows of hours?
by any calculation
the sheet is spread
with figures
multiplying joys
and dividing sorrows
it all adds up
even if you're no good at math.

[Camachee]

he equated
love with fulfillment
missing the formula
where emotion
is divided by need
and multiplied
by greed
a human calculator
adding up life
but forgetting
the substraction
of distraction
and dissing
multiplexities

[Camachee]

Wow! There are nearly 100 posts on my ping list between your last post and tonight, most having to do with H. Jeanne and the unseen consequences of an orange tan. I get so involved with this stuff that I forget to reflect on other planes and the few remains of civility.

Presented some photographs tonight to a small group of critics, some more perceptive than others. But overall, pretty happy with the outcome. The chief among them, well established and notorious, presented me with a gift of very fine matte photographic paper, which I took as encouragement.

I think he's disappointed that I won't do this as a preoccupation, but I guess my mortgage and retirement come first. I suppose I'm comforted that I'll have time to pursue this hobby to a higher level if alcohol and tobacco don't kill me first.

Neal Boortz was funny this morning. He claims to have a book called "Profiles" which exclusively consists of shots of a single female breast. If you can believe Boortz, he took this book to parties, dinners, bars, and wherever else he might have appeared and, approaching random women, asked then to pick out the breast that looked like theirs and sign an autograph. Apparently, only 3 women in 100 refused. The rest wrote things like "In your dreams" and "Don't you wish". Wish I'd known about that in college! LOL!

I actually worked with a model last week, though very publicly and for just a few moments. But, I finally get it. Lighting, lens, then pose and pose and pose... My fault if the picture fails. That's a nice lesson in humility. I no longer blame scudding clouds for the doubt in my sunsets.

Best,

Brian

[Neuromancer]

they brand cattle

searing into
unmarked flesh
the proprietary seal
of another's hand

and now amidst the
autumn leaves
that ancient scar

remains

[Neuromancer]

in the sighing
rhapsodies
find wing

[January24th]

in the sighs
of whispered promises
a heart sings
while
barely breathing

[January24th]

I wonder if cattle
so branded
are cherished
before they perish?

does that make winter
any less harsh
or Autumn any more welcome
when, one cold day
the shrinking skin
pulls at the stubborn scar?
a tender hurt,
this proprietary interest
being the lowest sort of love...

[January24th]

a human calculator
adding up life

The quantum
of wanton mathematics
can only lead to
division
and
derision

[Camachee]

her life
normalized
in strange ways
long days
out of touch
and dark nights
out of phase

[Neuromancer]

winter is harsh
and scars are
the sonnet
written
on our
soul

sing to me

dust erases
and the earth
encases
all hierarchies
of love

but
tonight
between both
dark and light

i sing to thee

[January24th]

sing for another
October yet to be
yet, not to me

my ears are dull
with howling wind
and cold air
knifes my heart
with every
breath

I may yet live
to hear your song
but first
I must survive
the wintry blast
the burning scar
the long fast

Spring may come
after all...

[Neuromancer]

i hear your
song of sorrow
carried quiet
in the breeze

singing into
emptiness
gentle night
has fell

[January24th]

I didn't expect
my strength
to fail
surprised by
the cost of wisdom
pleased, at times
by the balance
of powers

youthful vanity
bows to the
the onslaught of years

i have my wit
a smile
a bon mot
but have no further business
with wishes and dreams

ah, peaceful surrender!
I lack only a cat.

[Camachee]

secrets
whispered
to a society
of linear arts
seldom satisfied
by a straight line
or a crooked smile

[Camachee]

i always
share
bravodo
with
tonight's
memories
daring
tomorrow

[monkey]

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What's Wrong with the existing?

Poetry threads! (in the "General Interest" )

For'um, on this site?

[January24th]

Nothing.

[Camachee]

there are
no mirrors
in paradise
except
the eyes
of a lover

[January24th]

My Autumn mistress sent
haranguing harbingers
ahead of her arrival
blowy and bothersome
from unfriendly
hinterlands on the
East Coast

I sigh
and await her good pleasure
but am unsure if it will be mine
to greet one so unsettled
for she is not merry this year...

Alas, her sister Summer was harsh,
taking much attention
along with many trees
in the wake of
of memorable misery
leaving fewer wood-children
to greet the Autumn goddess.

It has left her in a pique
manifested by delays and rumors
of her arrival
short missives of dismissal--
she can't be bothered.

..and she can't find her robes
among the stacks of
fallen water oaks
and maples drenched, drowned
with hollies and dogwoods,
so she sends nor'easter sprites
out of helpless spite
and recompense for
ruined loveliness

She is my mistress in distress
and I am of little cheer
to bravely smile and welcome her.
And yet, we must meet
and put Summer out...
prepare Autumn's children
for their winter bed
with one tra-la of color
like a poor child's
birthday party.

Ah, well...
the seasons have
their seasons, too.