Archive for February, 2010

Ferryman

Ferryman
 
The Wondrous Dream…

sailing on a skiff of dreams
the ferryman standing watch
you soar untethered
‘mong the clouds of wonder
to magical mystical ports of call
where all imagined is in your grasp
if only you could stay the course…
but fast - daybreak approaches
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The Final Dream…

caught in the final dream
called forth by the ferryman
spirit stirs to the distant [...]

Charles

 

 
Charles

this night charles is a traveler
adrift in the mists of time
in a rough-hewn dory of his mortality
curiosity is his poleman
overcome by insecurity
charles has abandoned his reality
to sail beyond the mystery
drawn to the light of clarity
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rob kistner © 2010
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…this piece inspired by readwritepoem…
…and by sunday scribblings…
photo collage entitled: “charon” | by: h.koppdelaney

Moonfall

…I might find it interesting to believe that we are not alone in this universe within universes. I believe ‘others’ are observing us, and are concerned by our behavior. Called many things through the ages, such as “travelers”, “those that are”, “angles”, among others: I believe they have been here, and perhaps some [...]

Small Stones - trio

…below are three of my poems that have been selected by Fiona Robyn for publication on her “A Handful of Stones” poetry site. She refers to these brief works as ’small stones’, hence the title of my post. Accompanying each of my selected poems is the date on which it will be published. [...]

Phantasmagoria

I’ve grown dark in my spirit over the past year, and I want to find my way back to the light and the wonder that used to fill me. I am posting this piece I wrote a couple years ago to remind myself of when I was still in touch with my sense of [...]

On The Edge

If hell froze over and if pigs could fly, then perhaps there would be an additional host-venue candidate for an upcoming Olympics — and Kevin Bacon and Mia Hamm could be on the US Alpine Downhill Ski Team? Until then, Lindsey Vonn, Bode Miller and all the international skiers are flying down the [...]

Rob’s 63rd Birthday Blogpost

My 63rd Birthday


Thank you to all my beloved family, friends, fellow poets & writers, and cybermates for your wonderful surprises and well wishes — they are genuinely appreciated!!
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Seeking Forgiveness

…this is a poem about the horror and ethical dilemma that is war, and the devastating impact it has on many soldiers…

 
Seeking Forgiveness


my eyes
crisp red from the scalding sun
from devastation’s fires
from cruel vision of relentless horror
scorched by vicious exposure of sentenced gaze
take refuge in this heavy late evening dew
thick with munitions soot
settling like a shroud
lubricious
opaque
obscuring
I [...]

The Failure of Architecture


No Farewell

 
No Farewell


he left it
just as he had found it
and with a shrug
turned
and walked away
saying nothing
this was
after all
always her life
to comment
would have been irrelevant
and he’d grown weary
of irrelevance
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rob kistner © 2010
 

Shut Down

…this is a love poem, that addresses its sometimes sad impossibility…
 

 
Shut Down


I hope to find you,
Find you, the elusive,
Elusive, hiding from the light.
I want to see you,
See you, the hidden,
Hidden, cowering out of sight.
I long to know you,
Know you, the evasive,
Evasive, running, ever in flight.
I want to touch you,
Touch you, the distant,
Distant, and as dark [...]

Hunting for the Mystery

…this poem was sparked by the discomfort of investigating deeply one’s self…
 
Hunting for the Mystery


Far from the familiar,
Beyond the warmth of the fire,
Separated from the sheltering embrace,
Where all is shadowed, vague and uncomfortable;
Here I’ve come in search of the elusive,
Seeking that which often hides,
Hoping to find insight.
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rob kistner © 2010
*poem written in response [...]

Naked

…this is a love poem, that is also a yearning for honesty, in the face of our fundamental human tendency toward insecurity and fear…
 

photorendering entitled: “Liberated”
 
Naked


I want to see you
see you naked
naked — backlit by the sun
naked — in a mountain meadow
naked — running in the rain
naked — in a flower garden
naked — lying in [...]

Courage

 
Courage


he lifts himself quietly
so quietly
from beneath the sheets
soiled with neglect
makes his way
carefully
past the shallow-breathed crumple
that lay milky-eyed in a heap
un-moving on the floor
save a twitch of the sodden head
which head now harbors demons
where nocturne angels of sweet release
laid down lush upon her
in fevered embrace
lustfully conjured
by last night’s spoon and lance
still skewered
silver in the soured vein
he [...]