—Public Domain Photos
THE LOUD ABSENCE OF ALL GOOD THINGS
I heard it in the silence in the air.
Such a revelation to learn what was too severe,
such a revelation to know what was the cost.
Such sadness
to find weak-natured orchestras
with no moral compass
and all notes misplayed.
Hatred of great consequence gained
while divining for the pure and unsullied.
Those unearthed sulphur pools of false words,
the strong poison of spoken bad choices
and wrongful judgements.
Think of the loss.
We might recover if we can locate
that first tick,
the slightest sound blip,
echoing the spectacular greatness of good human
character.
I heard it in the silence in the air.
Such a revelation to learn what was too severe,
such a revelation to know what was the cost.
Such sadness
to find weak-natured orchestras
with no moral compass
and all notes misplayed.
Hatred of great consequence gained
while divining for the pure and unsullied.
Those unearthed sulphur pools of false words,
the strong poison of spoken bad choices
and wrongful judgements.
Think of the loss.
We might recover if we can locate
that first tick,
the slightest sound blip,
echoing the spectacular greatness of good human
character.
WHAT LAMPLIGHT RAYS DRAW
In the safety of evening,
there’s never real darkness.
There’s always a new fire lit,
flames that still burn.
We, in its illumination,
reading all the signs we can find,
corner placards that tell us things will be okay,
or strange and true messages
announced on painted bricks.
They tell us of dreams.
There are no martyrs here,
just people with laughing mouths
who can’t wait for morning to be here,
each person with a new-found gift,
coming from a better place
somewhere deep inside,
to be used for making a better tomorrow.
THE BIG F
When I was as clueless as a skull with sunken eyes,
my best friend stood by me only as the allegiant do.
Slinging pancakes on Sunday mornings
in her broad house.
It was so long ago,
I can hardly remember the place,
but I remember two distinct feelings:
my sadness surrounding the heartache of
her temporary backstabbing
that I referred to as
the transient traitorous tribulations,
and the euphoria of us
otherwise setting a course for the future
while viewing high stars.
After everywhere I’ve roamed since then,
after the passing of so many years,
I keep remembering whose side she was on then,
and her gentle words
once sung just for me.
SUSCEPTIBLE TO MAGICAL THINKING
A curious aspect of magical thinking
is the strength of all those once upon a times.
In this immense universe, what’s the use of dreams
when one disbelieves what we are here for?
It’s not only possible,
but absolutely essential,
that we embrace a place where everyone has fun.
Which direction will you move?
Will you take a chance within the madness of
midstream,
or hide within the jungle of all your fears?
There’s little question we release the most doleful
noise
when thinking the world could end tomorrow,
but, no matter.
This has been repeated too many times.
As for me, as luck would have it,
I’m in Wichita and
on the other side of the world
it’s already tomorrow!
CONSTRICTION
I do not wish
to narrow my world
until I am forced to.
Life can be epic and adventurous.
I’m only a sample size of one
so there’s much I don’t know at first glance,
being remote from so many experiences.
To overcome the cramped confines
of my own perspective
I’ll endeavor to broaden my interests,
learning music, geography, math.
I’ll explore new dimensions,
made larger by stitching
the cloths of life together,
subtly blending textures, colors and durability.
Inside the complex form of life’s theater,
under the great roof of the world,
I’ll choose the stage where happy people perform,
and my world will grow.
_______________________
Today’s LittleNip:
The world is entirely magical, the only illusion is that it isn't...
―Lydia Andal
_______________________
—Medusa, with thanks to Linda Imbler for today’s fine poetry!
I do not wish
to narrow my world
until I am forced to.
Life can be epic and adventurous.
I’m only a sample size of one
so there’s much I don’t know at first glance,
being remote from so many experiences.
To overcome the cramped confines
of my own perspective
I’ll endeavor to broaden my interests,
learning music, geography, math.
I’ll explore new dimensions,
made larger by stitching
the cloths of life together,
subtly blending textures, colors and durability.
Inside the complex form of life’s theater,
under the great roof of the world,
I’ll choose the stage where happy people perform,
and my world will grow.
_______________________
Today’s LittleNip:
The world is entirely magical, the only illusion is that it isn't...
―Lydia Andal
_______________________
—Medusa, with thanks to Linda Imbler for today’s fine poetry!
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future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Poets’ bios appear on their first MK visit.
To find previous posts, type the name
of the poet (or poem) into the little
beige box at the top left-hand side
of this column. See also
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom
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side of this column to find
any date you want.
Miss a post?
You can find our most recent ones by
scrolling down under this daily one.
Or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column.
(Please excuse typos in older posts!
Blogspot has been through a lot of
incarnations in 20 years!)
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
at the Placating the Gorgon link;
send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
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