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Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

6/9/14

Staying Upright

Wires from pole to pole moving signals forward...

Recovery takes time. Only you know your body, mind and soul and have free will to be in charge of it.

These past nine months for me have been a medical confrontation of rather mundane problems that by themselves would be readily recovered from. When they occurred simultaneously in me the interior body collision detonated a multitude of primary, secondary and tertiary responses of unexpected varieties. A sudden turn of events with the body can affect the mind if you are not careful. One sure empathizes with what a person who regularly lives with medical issues goes through daily. Gratefully my problems are resolvable but recovery takes time and a toll on both body and mind and is ongoing.



Nowadays I'm putting one foot in front of the other literally and figuratively to keep on moving. It's a matter of daily regaining physical strength and reconnecting the synapses again. A doctor can help restore my body but only I can do the physical and mental work. It is something you have to want and a component is recognizing that combating the feeling of not wanting to do what is required is its own separate work. On occasion it requires operating in a functional utilitarian fashion to keep on walking for the later reward of operating smoothly again. If you stop doing the work the risk is too high you will not start back moving again.

It is best to take your own time for recovery because it is your body, mind and soul. Likewise know yourself enough to take charge of what is best for your health and well being to keep moving.

9/15/13

Aperture

An opening light travels through...

For awhile now it has seemed it was time for me to breakaway and undertake a passage from one frame of mind to another. Just in time the opportunity has come where I am free of commitments for a short while. I'm heeding the call to clear my head and take a break from the routine I've settled too comfortably into. It is a temporary respite but one of a decent duration and I'm seizing the moment to follow the light.


For a little while I'm going to turn away from the internet and the social web, go soak my feet in the Pacific Ocean, drive up to the high desert and hike, sit by one of the few free flowing rivers in the West or whatever captures my attention. Take time to visit and chat with people I haven't engaged in face to face conversation for a spell and listen to what others are thinking. Call it escapism, rejuvenation, shedding skin, going back to basics, take your pick. If I feel like it I'll upload some visual art, write a blog post or verse and if I don't, well I won't. Nothing is permanent, everything changes, life is as amazing as we make it and I want to put some awe back into my consciousness.

I'm attached to this website therefore I would never be foolish enough to call it quits but I am taking a hiatus until...well, I'm not exactly sure but I suspect it won't be very long so "Watch This Space." Usually these transitional periods in my life put more ideas in my head that I'm compelled to express.

2/21/13

Granite Dells

Postcard from the past circa 1974...


We two siblings sat among big rocks
staring, thinking, wondering
having one of those silent talks...

Cross-legged our young life at crosswalk
gazing, reflecting, pondering
what were soul marks of chalk...

Unexpectedly we had lost paternal building block
furrowing, growing, thundering
heads compelled to take stock...

After a short while we packed up eyeshades
knapsacks, water bottles and day hiked out
to years layered upon decades,
like boulders enduring without doubt
soon forgetting the fragility that pervades,
every breath taken could still phaseout.

I sit alone now surrounded by same rocks
contemplating, reasoning, pardoning
mortal life for being a ticking clock.

2/6/13

Rain Droplets That Laved

Clinging to Prickly Pear cactus pad to be saved...


The raindrops came fast and furious
as they do in desert downpours,
every drop savored and to be saved
seeping into storage underneath desert floor...

Pavement of hardened dry sand buries
fast at first then swollen slowly restores,
above ground rain droplets that laved
clinging to cactus pad before sliding subfloor.

1/29/13

Pardon Me For A Moment

While I adjust my cross-wired brain...


Pardon me for a moment
while I adjust my cross-wired brain
nether my remaining hair...

As I settle with unsolicited claimant
a cloud seeded foggy moody rain
that drizzly dampens my air...

Obligating me to be patient
whilst relieving headachy pain
reasoning out impermanent despair...

This encounter is recurring and ancient
history has schooled is part of life's terrain
for living full and a begrudging transient affair.



1/28/13

Gleaming Arid Grassland

Windmill tanque de agua entre rocas...


Windmill water tank among boulders
watchtower over gleaming grassland
arid plain lit by cast of sun...

1/25/13

Deadwood

Aged and dry refashioned with new mission...


Taproot went far down and deep
no more surface water to seep,
aquifer ran dry far underground,
tree now windbreaker earthbound...

1/23/13

Seventeen Miles Out

State route where railway unloads...




Seventeen miles out state route where railroad unloads
then down dusty desert floor sagebrush road
a well-intentioned displaced rerouted life is burrowed.

A few hundred yards away from Depression water tank
sits tilted trailer where awhile ago Ennis sank
near watering hole by mountain from which cattle once drank.

The strait jacketed life of his era never did fit
many times years ago tried his damndest to make a run for it
heartbrokenly his running buddy didn't have guts or wit.

Without regard of today's dustbowl condition he does thrive
spiritedly independent and every day anew revives
that hotspot within that has kept him doggedly alive.

1/19/13

Adventuring Sorrow Road

Blue buckled and weary expedition...




Adventuring sorrow road
blue buckled and weary,
expedition to mountains
earthly, ghostly, bleary.

Harrowing sadness 'til furrowed
rugged path paved sagely,
wagoneering mesas and canyons
dodgly, deftly, gamely.

Traversing time eases load
memories rich in bronzy,
making the way not so blacken
dusky, loamy, calmly.

12/19/12

Dream Big

'Tis others lack of vision perceives wasteland...


Dream big
look up, never down
since we as it happens in this big land
are amidst desolation,
control your own hand...

Stand up
forward motion, do not hesitate
'tis others lack of vision perceives wasteland
we my brothers,
must not idly stand...

Move ahead
to stop advancing is taking risk
of losing what is at our command
rather make history,
therefore proceed freehand.

12/17/12

Skimming The Surface

Cocking the eye scrunched to cheat death...


Gliding downstream
breakneck on urban desert street
skimming the surface of
avenue cracked from excessive heat,
a not-made-for-rain boulevard...

Mottled sheen
rain bouncing off rainwater sheet
obscuring oil slicked boulevard
guts required do-not-skip-a-beat,
a four wheeling free for all...

Shimmering gleam
cocking the eye scrunched to cheat
death as it takes a holiday while
tenterhook hanging on keeping my seat,
sole intention not-to-fall-by-wayside.

12/12/12

One Lane Over

There's a guy revving his strapping engine...


One lane over there's a guy
revving his strapping engine
sneak peeking at me
scanning hard it's easy to tell
which direction and how fast
he's boldly raring to go...

12/9/12

Lines Crossed The Air

Our wavelength isn't mere hardware...


The lines crossed the air
through atmosphere
connecting as you spoke
electrifying me...

Analog. Digital.
Wired. Wireless.
20th century. 21st cyber.
Talk. Hear. See.

Our wavelength isn't mere hardware
or technical gear
human coupling online unyoked
capturing me...

Technology is merely airfare
on our frontier
to interaction as menfolk
bridging you with me.

12/5/12

Thicket of Brush

Wrestling entangled full out wingspread...


Thicket of brush
is my head,
reeds of thought
intentions I embed...

Scarlet my notions
in the bedstead,
sheets saturating sweat
whispered words said...

Kismet is reciprocal
as in crossbred,
wrestling entangled
full out wingspread.

11/21/12

Reconstruction

Baptized regenerated old washed away...


Fire still ignited
exhilirating me
you rolled away like thunder
departing me
beholding awesome wonder

Sparking reconstruction
innermost me
man at arms newfangled
reawakening me
hairy chested wrangled

Erecting new man
homegrown me
baptized regenerated old washed away
from me
straddling sawhorse headway

11/17/12

Oasis

Palms wafting wanton water baptized...



I sighted a true vision
oasis red-blooded stocky bastion,
safety, brawny, sanctuary.

My wellspring clearly unveiled
palms wafting wanton water baptized,
dripping, rapture, heady.

A refuge of cool retreat
a waiting suitor swelling heat,
sensual, earthen, crowning.

11/14/12

I Do Not Fear

The challenge of adversity pending economic cliffs...



I do not fear challenge
of adversity nor despair
from falling off
macro economic cliffs...

My character and soul
does not reside
in a bank account,
its spirit stays on axis...

Yes, a clock is ticking
that which really counts
keeping time well spent,
micro finances require braveness...

Maintaining sturdy constitution
steadies quality living instilled
when individuality is well built,
firmly on ground that does not shift..

11/7/12

Desert Brush and Cattails

Soaking up sun above and taproot underground...

In the desert dry washes
when water flows and soaks
underground...

Grasses, brush and cattails
revive with unique splendor
above ground...

10/24/12

Revelation Dawned

A sunrise vision awakened...




Through speculative window a revelation dawned,
shifting frame of thinking...
unexpectedly, swiftly, precisely,
mind's eye scales peeled off
abruptly, promptly, directly.

Time substantiated a sunrise awakened,
lighting skyline of visioning...
unpremeditatedly, quickly, exactly,
mirror of the mind cleared
rapidly, agilely, expeditiously.

Life is more art than science
though science interprets facts of life
building blocks for creating
a world we interpret as our own.
Hence we make art,
authenticating our reason for living.