Images
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Poetry

unfathomable images
the graceful glide
engulfed by the spire
in a roar of golden orange
horribly beautiful
perversely mesmerizing
obscene
devastating images
torrents of humanity
raining down
desperation their only escape
masses of humanity
racing
to outrun the unbelievable
praying
to be delivered from the inconceivable
traumatic images
shrines of free commerce
consumed
by the unbearable weight
of their fragile significance
plummeting to earth
in a cloud of self-destruction
heartbreaking images
screaming
dazed
terrified souls
consumed
by the unbearable weight of the moment
staggering onward
to outdistance the surging roll
of all-engulfing
pulverized aftermath
courageous images
battered
determined
tireless heroes
those who were called
who served unselfishly
some
who gave the ultimate service
haunting images
color
gender
ethnicity
wiped away
from the ashen-grey faces
of the traumatized throngs
now just masks of calamity
all made equal
by horror and grief
one nation
under siege
inconsolable
with tragedy and sorrow
for all
unforgettable images
tattooed in our hearts
This Fog
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it is forth from this fog
begins my journey
midst snares of habit
and chaos of distraction
provocative intrusions of impulse
their steely grip resolute
tug t’ward frenzy’s edge
yet clarity struggles
to find foothold
a tentative purchase
from whence a life
is launched and guided
confusion an insistent helmsman
steering a frantic manic course
and I a captive captain
blessed and cursed
set upon a wondrous quest
of worried fascination
ever charting port to port
troubled sea to troubled sea
on fragile footing
steadfast to overcome
to overcome
to always overcome
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rob kistner © 2009
Ritual
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Poetry
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keys
especially car keys
reside in an alternate universe
not everyone is aware of this
but it is true
keys can crossover into our realm
and will
reluctantly
but this requires of us
a rather detailed ritual
involving cursing
combined with scowling
and at times shouting
the gritting of teeth
some degree of fist clenching
frantic lumbering from room to room
perhaps adding arm flailing
the turning of circles
and rigid glances to the heavens
to demonstrate earnestness
this generally is not sufficient
to recall the keys immediately
so
genuflecting becomes a major component
followed by deep bowing
to gaze suppliantly
under chairs
sofas
beds
desks
and dressers
large appliances
small might also be considered
be aware
it is not wasted endeavor to peer into the fridge
as it has been known to elicit positive results
though not often
keys still a no-show
then lifting of seat cushions is recommended
it appears to increase the power
of this prayer of reunion
tossing can be included for drama
some keys are drawn to drama
if still no sign of keys
then transition to the opening
and slamming
of multiple drawers
large and small
deep and shallow
wooden
metal
and synthetic
don’t forget to include the bathroom
as keys sometimes choose to reappear
in most unusual and exotic places
still no keys
then move to the pocket searching phase
jackets
shirts
trousers
walking shorts
it seems the more clothing types one addresses
during this portion of the ceremony
the more effective it is in summoning the keys
the rite may also need to include
the repetition of a number of ceremonial elements
already completed
it is not clear precisely how many must be repeated
so
this particular part of the ritual
is a bit of trial and error
very frustrating
but sometimes essential in conjuring keys
occasionally so is retracing
portions of this journey of petition
the exact requirements
for satisfying this backtracking
is also ambiguous
so
use your best judgment
in fact
one must remain aware
this is not an exact rite of entreaty
so
perseverance is highly recommended
if the keys are distracted
or otherwise engaged in their alter-realm doings
it may be necessary
to include a pilgrimage to the garage
to perform an in depth laying on of hands
in scouring the car
often this will stir the key’s attention
and bid them come
for they spend quite a bit of time
when in our realm
in close relationship with the car
if all else has failed to beckon forth the keys
it may be necessary to solicit the cooperation
and participation of a loved one
to then repeat the entire ceremony
if one resorts to this partnering
as a part of the search and retrieval ritual
it is important to honor the chosen loved one
with praise and gratitude
and certainly gifts are not out of place
please know
at times it is necessary to make such offerings
prior to securing cooperation of a loved one
especially if one did a poor job
bestowing ones thanks and admiration
following a previous such ceremony of discovery
in which the said loved one jointly participated
this is not sacrilege
and occasionally will bring about early success
in calling forth the keys
once the keys make their appearance
it is tradition to exaggerate ones relief and joy
extolling the virtues of the keys
careful never to scold
exclaiming their importance
and to boast promises
proclaiming how you will stay closer
and better in touch with the precious keys
understanding
that this pledge of fidelity and improvement
is completely ceremonial
and will have no real impact on the future
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rob kistner © 2009
Misplaced
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Poetry
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my keys
my car keys
where the hell are my car keys
I’ve looked everywhere
well
obviously not everywhere
I can’t keep track of things
better find Kathy
thank heavens for the gift of voice
makes her more difficult to lose
unless we’re in Costco
woman enjoy a special gift
the gift of invisibility
my keys share that gift
if it’s not the keys it’s my wallet
if not my wallet — my notes
a pen
my watch
that phone number
a book
the tickets
my eye-glasses
those personal receipts
some damned thing is always lost
my life is search and rescue
drives me up the wall
and everyone around me — crazy
except Kathy
patience personified
what would I do without my wife
wouldn’t be only my things that were lost
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rob kistner © 2009
The Window
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Poetry
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outside my window
midday celebrates
alive with September sun
and the scurry of creatures
warmed by late summer
nature
in splendid voice
the chuff of tree’d red squirrel
blend with the song
chirp
and trill of birds
chickadee
goldfinch
western bluebird
and others
fly
flutter
and flit
cracking the black-oil sunflower seeds
that spill from their feeders
under the patient eye of a red-tailed hawk
casually calling
from the top of a Sitka spruce
swaying in the crisp blue sky
woven into this sonic tapestry
the muffled belling of a deer
wandering in the safety of the old-growth
whispering in these foothills
the quiet bark of a neighbor’s dog
echoes through the basin
up along the stream
signaling its curiosity
reminding me we have friends nearby
the soothing rustle of leaves
large and small
stirred by the breezes
waft through this valley
smartly punctuated
by the staccato of conifer cones
that fall from time to time
wrested free by chickaree
and chipmunk
chattering high in the Douglas fir
busy with their forage
wap wap wap
they strike the ground
and bounce off our roof
closely followed
by the scamper of their liberators
crunching their way
to the heart-meat of the cone
the delicacy
that elicits this furious industry
I sit by the open window
with tea
and fascination
mesmerized by all I behold
intoxicated
by the heady fragrance
drifting in
cedar
pine
fir
lily
rose
morning glory
grasses
loam
and more
a rich earthy bouquet
I breathe deep
exhale
free a smile
and marvel
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rob kistner © 2009













