Friday, December 26, 2014

The Sea


Calmly    the    wearied     seamen 

rest  beneath  their  own  blue  sea

The      ocean        solitudes       are

blessed    for     there     is     purity

Earth has guilt - the  earth has care

unquiet     are     its     graves    and

peaceful   sleep   is   never    there*




*Intersections: Poetry&Mathematics—A square: the number of syllables in a line equals the number of lines, 7x7. 
Thought from Nathaniel Hawthorne


Thursday, December 25, 2014

Quadratic









minus b

plus or minus root(b squared

minus four times a times c) — all above divided

by two times a — this is the quadratic formula and is absolutely correct*



*Intersections: Math & Poetry. Form based on quadratic equation, ax^2 + bx + c = y; the number of syllables per stanza is y for a=b=c=1 and x=1,2,3,4…n, e.g., stanza 1 is 3 syllables long, 1+1+1, stanza 2 is 4+2+1 long, &c. 



Monday, December 22, 2014

cold



when the year

grows old - how I hate the cold
 
October - November - the swallow
goes down - follows
  
the sky - brown leaves brittle on the ground - the wind in the chimney sighs - melancholy sound

soft spitting snow - bare boughs rubbing to and fro - but the roaring of the fire -the warmth - the light - the boiling kettle - bright happy sight

Saturday, December 20, 2014

traffic


strife of
commuters
all stalled at the lights
single driver ev'ry car
steel shells contain resentments

sunbeams

seed of the world sown
geometry of sunbeams
natures foundation

Arc [haiku]

arc - parabola
life - our parabolic bow 
ends that never meet

Thursday, December 11, 2014

stream


what do I care
that the stream flows
its sandbank holds
your cold footprint

a vignette

pHe

is

in fact

a poet -

he really is a

poet - and a real horse trainer.

He has held one-term jobs at various colleges -

but never so far away that he can't keep in touch with the stables. He gives readings -

but only - as he says - once in a blue moon - he doesn't stress the poetic employment - sometimes this is annoying this - affectation -
 
but one can see the point - when you're busy with horses people can see that you are busy - but when you're busy at making up a poem you look as if you're in a state of idleness and you're too embarrassed to explain.

introspection i





I
take a
peek inside my

mind - animal happiness find

It’s beautifully identifiable intelligence - that

space - electrically bioelectrogenetically multidisciplinarianismic creativity place