Monday, April 29, 2013

Rock wave

Plummeting landslide
Shed of pretense or any
Obstacle resolved

KE

Friday, April 26, 2013

The ceremony begins

Morning music awakens
Sounds drift in & out of
Consciousness inserting
Themselves amongst
The unintentional it is
Too soon for magic but
I have no say in this I
Haven’t any opinion or
Rights of declaration
Only a debt to the world
Happening around me
To observe & take note
Of what happens un
Impeded by thought
Unadulterated by any
Emotion the melody is
Strange yet the intent
Is apparent my hands
Splayed open like a
Book to a familiar page
& I must not be afraid
Of the message written
There amongst the lines
For it is my own fortune
& it is for my own sake
That I understand as
The music fades & my
Eyes are opened to
Another morning

KE

WHEN THE TITLE

OF A POEM BE
COMES ALMOST
LONGER THAN
THE POEM
ITSELF

Time hangs
On my wall
A clock
A calendar
A mirror
Maybe I
Should hang
A painting
Instead

KE

Mystification

Science fiction scenarios
Inspired by electronic
Movements the repetitive
Pulses & drones traveling
Between the spaces
Dropping into darkness
Climbing thru light shifting
Like an irregular heartbeat
Or a dream machine left
To its own devices giddily
Spinning out of control &
No one left to stop it all
The words have been cut
& repurposed merging in
To one image ‘round &
‘Round ‘til I hear angels
Singing requiems for the
Living & madrigals for
The dead

KE