Archive for June, 2008

Vision

 
Vision

the timid person looks
and sees nothing
the visionary looks
and sees what is not there
but should be
and will be someday
• • •
rob kistner © 2008
 

Melody

…here are two forms of reflection on the concept of melody…
 
Off Key
(tanka)

version 1
nature is a song
a melody transcendent
sung in harmony
but this chorus is threatened
humankind grows discordant

version 2
my love is a song
a melody transcendent
sung in harmony
but she will not sing along
likely she would sing off key
• • •
rob kistner © 2008
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Love’s Lilt
(free verse)

sometimes
in the clatter
of a [...]

Shattered

 

 
Shattered

I come upon a man
standing by the road
looking sad
heavy box
in his arms
held close
he stares
expressionless
into my eyes
his gaze stops me
fixes me in place
his face is tired
and drawn
etched in worry
when at last I move
I draw near
close enough to see
this sullen man
is me
he extends his arms
that clutch the heavy box
he beckons me retrieve
this container he protects
filled with apprehension
I [...]

Dark Self

 

 
Dark Self

hidden from the light of day
another me resides
though keeping to the shadows
a saving grace abides
a darkling essence
scarred and damaged
begotten in another life
another place and time
it is an anger manifest
righteous and so long suppressed
that could not find effective voice
to save my ruined innocence
silent when I had no name
for what I did not comprehend
the woeful time [...]

Morning Gold

 

 
Morning Gold

across the meadow
last night’s dew clings
fondly to the old-growth
wrapped in crystalline embrace
it adorns the stately cedars
as if diamonds
that sparkle in the morning sun
a splendor befitting their beauty
this Sprring day begins bright and crisp
bird songs lilt
carried on a breeze
I see you afar
approaching on the path
backlit by sunrise
your hair golden in dawn’s glow
lover beholding beloved
I sit
warmed [...]

Bad Weather

 

 
Bad Weather

you blew in like a typhoon
a hurricane of love
your kisses hot as lightning
striking from above
your passion was a tempest
I was swept up in its force
but now the winds have died
this storm has run its course
my thoughts are grey and cloudy
my eyes are steady rain
my heart’s caught in a cold front
bad weather’s bringing pain
yes, the [...]

jack’s road

 
seven years of libertine wandering captured on a hand-made scroll
 
an american sentence inspired by read write poem #53, found at “readwritepoem”.