Monday, August 17, 2009

beneath this stratum



now… a long way down.
turbulent, flowing streams surge,
beneath this stratum.
~csr


Tuesday, August 11, 2009

within yourself.

i bear in mind
how poetry
    pales in comparison
    to the actuality of existence.
how nothing tangible
    is transferred
    via mere words.
the poet is merely
    one whom is able to help you
    become re-acquainted
    with something you already know…
    within yourself.
~csr

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

by morning... ash





with a crack! and snap !
    they launch into flight.
“fire sperm of sort”… roy says
    “with tail in trail.”
carried towards constellation…
   lifted in moonlight.
and there  is significance here
   yet
something far too simple
    for my complex ideas
         to wrap around.
suddenly  it emerges…
 it is life.
 yes,  there is vitality.
it started small…
   and grew…
   it began to propagate…
     attempt reproduction.
     it aged…
        became a steadier warmth
           an experienced glow.
then
     by morning...
           ash


~csr


 




Monday, August 3, 2009

all is alive



i do not see very well
    into the future.
    i romance it...
        and it breaks my heart.
the past… i paint it…
     restoring black & white
     with techno color.
        an impressionist's reverie.
yet
when i course
     along with the now…
     in the  only true certainty…
        for a time...
  
all is alive.

 

~csr


a young sprout

not every comfort
strengthens… and a pounding rain
destroys a  young sprout
~csr