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The “F” oF LiFe
When you feel a
certain shifting
it’s letter F
co-efisting
with some friends who
fare their own well
in a fine word
for a soul spell.
E, F, L? I
find your angles
free to be lines
left in tangles
unless flow gets
conflictcated
and light itself
proves what’s fated.
NOTE: The letter F looks like one half of set of angel’s wings. What does it mean to you?
Photo by mrpuen. Published on 27 June 2011
Stock photo – Image ID: 10047397 freedigitalphotos.net
Pastectomy
The room was tense,
and workers knew
that one was one—
who once was two.
“Take that, not those!”
they heard him shout
as books were tossed
toward her new route.
Some antique art,
a tabletop,
a mop, a broom,
an empty heart.
The great desires
in things amassed
dictated drive
to excise past.
NOTE: This poem the result of a conversation I overheard when visiting a consignment store. The photo is of an Ocotillo cactus. It was taken when I stuck the hand holding my camera”phone into the midsection of this thorny plant and focused on the sky above.
Disappearance
Disappearance
Magnetism
gave you traction
as she entered
compound fraction.
When she met you
at the corner
weren’t you anti?
How’d you warn her?
O, you couldn’t!
You were blinded
by the aura
she reminded!
So what passed in
straight vibration
was just salt of
recreation.
“If a particle and an antiparticle meet, they disappear by emitting two photons or a pair of some other particles.” ~Alexander Kusenko, a senior scientist with the Kavli Institute for the Physics and Mathematics of the Universe.
Photo credit…I took it from the passenger seat in some little town in Ohio where the corner appeared to have a magic quality. Perhaps it was the sun’s reflection or the way the cord was supplying energy to the GPS system in the iPhone, but to find magic in Ohio I’m told is rare. July, 2015
I, Traveler
Impossible
to leave no braille
or soft footprint
on journey’s trail.
It started with
a lock of hair
sent to the wind,
for bird to bear.
This DNA
did not disrupt.
It added points
of interrupt.
A home of nest…
or nest of home?
From hair of heart
or out of comb?
NOTE: On the first evening of a long journey, it was necessary to rearrange items in the car. As I inventoried an assortment of toiletry items, I noticed that my hairbrush needed to be freed of some twisted strands. A gentle, cool breeze was blowing; birds were singing in the distance. While I cleaned the brush, I made a decision to release the hairs into the wind and a wish that they would become construction materials for a nest. There is a song about leaving one’s heart in San Francisco…leaving hair in Frazier Park, California might be the next worst thing to do.
Image credit: “Earth And Nest” by renjith krishnan, freedigitalphotos.net
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