Poetry #228

WONDER IN THE SILENCE

Candlelight water
Barn house aside,
Small room in straw,
Paintings around,
Farther beyond
Space
Awakened,
Went to front door
Cold
Outside
Saw broken pieces
Wood sidings,
Old barn planks
To use as canvas,
Wandered farther
Spring turned on pump
Ran water well
Beneath floor covered,
Knew not drinkability of it,
Ran water
Fill jar
Empty,
Before surprise
Waking?

Too soon confused
That all were there
Wondered
What was being spoken
With dry throat,
Then more water
Quench thirst return
Rest, write, think,
Wooden canvas
Well beneath floor,
Buried water from old places
Visited prior too.
Then carried conditions
Made some obscure place
Illusioned or dreamed
Built upon distant things
That only symbol references
Too now
Pains formed
Addressed without solution
Alignment seeks the sourced,
Placed through all
Release the need,
Wine bridged thought.

Then proprietary software,
Country bordered,
Netscape laptop carried
Abroad
Alarm beeps,
Persistently,
To wake some
Neighbored sense
Long time thoughts plunge
To be written, expressed,
Else passing
Be
What are,
Detached by night
Candle light's
Dancing shadows
Drifting sounds
Think not what is
But could be or have been,
Where,
Be
Has no time,
Come nor gone,
In thought of it.
Be here
Either was or will
Be now
Intended place.

Cashews,
Crunching images
Opposing senses
A single field in which all take place,
A plain horizon before landscape
Formed what ends
Wrapping,
Heat on, a sound too,
What's next?
Do!
A sip
Water,
A third compressed smoke.
Aches deterred,
Pattering feet meows,
Dried weeds
Hay flowers
Arranged vase tabletops
Too early feed,
Leaped to walk past
Running play.

Here senses mixed crossing
Each others forms
By space,
Near - far
Hair brushed
By ones face
Marked action take,
Now - then
When ere it takes
Is in the can as it were
To be brought forth!
Food anticipations broke
Extended time
Beyond call,
Yet tended in so many ways
Would one be if chanced begot
A light breaks
The silence morning's
Wake!
These words spoke.
Would it be thoughts
Made all things thought,
Wander through form-u-las
That work not where appears
Fleeting forms alternates
The fields data
In views
Made by others links
Though source'd the same.
A curious thing observe'd,
Nere-the less,
Sent love forms pass
Before already answer
Thoughts bemuse the times
Passed in few short words
Behind myriads stream,
Not in recompense,
But distilled
To what nature
Time allots
To each its place,
That shaken not
Would yield but its own form,
Where enlivened
Be ere more
Once broke barriers
Harvest a plenty,
To be more than cycled
Through varied forms
Co-computed structures ope'd here.

Then techno-terms meet
Ancient forms and processed
Become what new forms - life - encode
In what distant place
Where shadows fade
From candles light
Not by external form
But from within flame
That burns eternal
Giving rise
To aforesaid flickering
Times spoke as turning
Wheel mesmerized
Not fixed
But backward forwards
Reversed.
The sounds, sights, smells,
Tastes, feelings intermixed
The stream in seeming
Distinct
Drawn forth a way
To know ones self
Reflects
Opposing
Seen what are,
Within a single'd flame,
Conscious'd be awake.
Sighs reach through silence
Amidst noise
Sleep bec's bestirred
The razors edge
As the pins point through
Which silence is known
As oblivion'd
Be before
The urge emit
Calling forth its own
Creation form,
Aught to aught its miracle
Be it is,
It is the wonder!


Poetry #229

THE CRYSTAL ICE INFLECTION

The midst
Slipping away
Stirring forgotten dream
On the edge,
Not sure,
Where one is.
Which world?
Which you?
How objects
Become in movement
Trailing light,
That density 'matter'
Slowed imperceptible
Forms 'popping' into existence,
As anchored fields
Drawing light
Not 'capturing' but passing,
About an hour ago,
Not feeling though totally here,
Perhaps not ready to be so.
That is placement in thoughts
Not so ready to look at where,
How to be
It is the pressures
Being in the current here
With the end
The year,
With the new to bring
Intersecting thought
That represents leading
To 'resolves' that have
Become ideas
'New Year's Resolutions'.

How society has formulated
It's habits, customs,
That impress themselves on
It's members perspective,
Shamans,
Spirit contact
Time travel psyche,
Extended thoughts, ideas, memories,
Regarding one's own placement,
Focus, and creative direction.
Feel laughter
The world's fare,
The oppositions that present
Themselves with 'ancient hates'
The absurdity of it,
With each claiming
God is against another.
Absurd!

Listen,
Beautiful!
Music expressions
Divine Love!
Look to one's own thoughts
That would pit themselves
Against each other,
When they are but thoughts
Through the same
Vehicle absurdity!
Working here,
And going through the mind's
Contact with it's source increase
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts!
Anyway, it may be a bit more
Productive at this moment
To switch reading
To painting, cooking, something
That will focus creative flow
Rather than blocks
That would come into play
With idle mind's
Wanderings.
Such as it is,
It is.

©2002 - JV Harvey