Archive for April, 2008

Outrageous

Outrageous

watch them
see them
in their cavernous dwellings
shrines to excess
to waste
testaments to foolish disregard
for our precious planet
observe them hoist themselves
to command positions
in gluttonous drive-time dinosaurs
dreaded treaded behemoths
that bully across the face
of our crippled planet
devouring resources
like a herd
of metallic mastodons
a relentless forage
of fragile fossil fuel
to suck dry
the paleozoic nectar
300 million years
in the making
a fraction of that
in the plunder
and [...]

Seasons

 
Author’s note: This is a suite of four haiku that reflect the seasons of the year.

 
Seasons

 
Spring
(haiku)

wings flutter gently
spring breeze bends full flowered stems
meadow dance begins
• • •
 
Summer
(haiku)

green leaf on blue pond
turns in golden summer sun
red bird softly sings
• • •
 
Fall
(haiku)

stalks lie down in fields
arbors burst with ripened grape
fall is on the land
• • •
 
Winter
(haiku)

coarse lands [...]

Gaia Weeps (earth day ‘o8)

Gaia Weeps
(haiku)

Man seeks dominion
Frail balance has been disturbed
Gaia is weeping
• • •
rob kistner © 2007

To Remain

To Remain

moonlight
keeps dark at bay
pressing in
as night wind stirs
like mocking breath
of life now lost
to light-less realm
beyond the chill
encircling me
empty
to remain
no emotion
save grief
apples spilled
on broken stair
where rail eluded
grasping hand
no voice came
to futile cry
those lips
will not know again
sweet fruit
nor love
• • •
rob kistner © 2008

Swept Away

A bluesman’s life and soul.
“Music gives me goose-bumps, especially when created by genuine human spirit…”
NOTE: If you would like to ‘hear’ this poem before you read it, I invite you to click on this button you see above the photorendering, and listen to my recorded “spoken word” version of this poem. I’ve mixed in [...]

The Weaver

Author’s note: My wife Kathy is a nationally recognized contemporary fiber artist. You can see some of her creations below by scrolling down. Included among the skills and crafts she employs in this pursuit, she is a master weaver — and a great inspiration for me. I wrote this for her.

The Weaver

today I watched [...]

Nocturne

 
A brooding full moon, in image, verse, and spoken word
Author’s note: this piece does not expose a secret, but instead, it deals with the weight and burden of keeping dark disturbing secrets buried away.
 

 
Nocturne

hawk moon hangs heavy
in the damp night sky
bulbous moist pearl
rolling
in a cold chromium fog
wet slivers of cloud
smear themselves
across its face
irregular
like translucent sacks
of [...]

Temper, Temper

You’re still locked in the frikkin’ commode
When we really should be hitting the road
How much time can you take up
While putting on makeup
My damned head is about to explode

Foul words spewing forth
Most certainly he is pissed
Best to avoid him

rob kistner © 2008