Archive for September, 2009
Images
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Poetry
…lest we ever forget
Images
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images
unreal
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 [...]
This Fog
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Poetry
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 [...]
Ritual
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Poetry
Ritual
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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 [...]
Misplaced
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Poetry
Misplaced
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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 [...]
The Window
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Poetry
The Window
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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 [...]
