What Is That, Anyway?

Main Entry: des·per·a·tion
Pronunciation: \ˌdes-pə-ˈrā-shən\
Function: noun
Date: 14th century

1 : loss of hope and surrender to despair
2 : a state of hopelessness leading to rashness

Nowhere in the definition is guidance provided.

To be found elsewhere.

 


Colony of Star(e)Su(o)n

In the bungalow colony wherein lived bats and fairies
Oh, and yes... the human beings to be found as well.

A full solar eclipse did occasion on the calendar one year.
Parental warnings of melting eyeballs from staring
Directly at our central and most glorious star: the sun
Affectionately nicknamed ~ one who comes after...

Drove M.G. and me under the beds in the corner
For the entire event, in childhood fear & imagination

I missed it.
I missed it.
I missed it.

The fear of not being able to resist the careful warning toll
Preserved my orbs sheathed in their dark hole.

Once I listened to absurdity.

 

Deep Green See I Told You


"Green Sea" by Francine Henderson

Dissolve, Disintegrate, Devolve
Turn to green, flakes of lichen
Don't make it all the way to hue or bone
Holding cellular bands together they rise
Clinging to the temporarily permanent tree

Coming in three varieties, the People
Of sea, forest, mountain glade
Silver, brown, aqua green
Shimmering effervescence
To turn the process
On its mossy, seaweed bed.

 

Loathing Venus Butterflies

It would be great if I could channel all my worries,
And negative perspectives into one farcical Worry.
Are butterflies really from Venus?
I tend not to think so or they might be crispy-winged.
Maybe crisping on Venus is different than at an Earth bbq.

Everything and Nothing


Why can't I just be satisfied
With all the gifts that unfold as time goes on?
No, do I let fear or inspiration dictate that I must
Find meaning in life to continue with it...
It has to be fashioned into something I can understand and to which I can relate.
Tell even?
A Story.
Must be sculpted and told.
It is survival. It is necessary.
It is everything, and it is nothing.

Silent As Snow; Startling Like Sleet


This is the 'before' picture taken yesterday as things began to melt
It's nearly 4am in the morning snowing and sleeting for another go.
The alternating eerie silence and twinkling sound of sleet
Are charming to say the least...

Every once in a while as I sit here on the couch I get this
Sudden urge to play loud music.
The thought of waking the household stops me from finding out
If I'd take the musical plunge in that direction as well...
So I will never really know, but I will instead take a moment of
Silence to think on what I 'would' play while currently
The sound of munching on some brown rice snaps
Sets the tone.

 

One by Edna St. V. M. for the Restless

"An American Classic" by Xaras


"Travel"
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

"The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I'll not be knowing,
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
No matter where it's going."