A touching bit of poetry… 😉
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slow
satisfying
shower
serenely steamy
soft supple skin
salaciously slathered
shorn smooth
satin-silky
seductive scent
subtly spread
sensuous strokes
sliding
stimulating
stirring sighs
shivers
savoring
so
so
so slippery
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rob kistner © 2007
A hike into the Cascade Mountains, in image and verse.
Author’s note: It was a beautiful day for hiking here in Oregon, so I made a trek into the Mt. Hood wilderness — camera in hand, notebook and pen in my shirt pocket. This is my day, shared with you here, in image and verse. The photo is a shot of Lost Lake, through the trees, with Mt. Hood in reflection.
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my footfalls
drum the root chambers of the old growth
each step cushioned
by centuries of needle-drop
in this ancient forest
enjoying the rise and fall
twist and turn of the trail
I amble
feeling the smoothness of my walking stick
clutched comfortably in my right hand
an audible stir in the treetops
wind
wafting down the western Cascade slopes
invigorating
the steady rhythm of my footsteps
hypnotic
rounding a bend
brushing through waist-high fern
I crest a knoll
and stop
mesmerized
light drifts down dreamlike
filtered by the woodland canopy
settling golden around me
a power
a presence
is tangible
a breeze enfolds me
intoxicating
the scent of living earth
an addictive bouquet
cedar
Douglas fir
Ponderosa pine
moss
bark
loam
and ionized mountain air
my spirit rises
my being – weightless
I float away
lifted into oneness
wholeness
epiphonal
suddenly
I’m startled
a young doe bounds onto the trail
standing proud
golden in the light
she considers me briefly
then disappears
quick as a stolen glance
quiet as passing time
my eyes dart to find her
here then there
in vain
I catch a glimpse
silver-blue
shimmering
where massive trees part
wind-blown mountain water
crisp
clear
it sparkles
Lost Lake
the namesake of this trail
my reason for this trek into wilderness
climbing a boulder at trail’s edge
I sit
pull my legs under me
lean forward
elbows on knees
I face lake-ward
basking in the energy
of this natural cathedral
I become very still
listening
gazing
just being
in rapt wonderment
at the magnificence that surrounds me
this place is my church
this moment is my prayer
I am in touch with my soul
with the eternal
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rob kistner © 2007
rob kistner © 2007
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My mother-in-law Elaine, and our very own, Bailey Bannister McBurroughs are close friends, but they’re squabbling again. Both are well read and articulate; however, when it comes to literature — they just seem to be worlds apart.
A hot little poem about one of my “first times” 😉 — photo included.
Passion Fire
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I will not forget you
my memory still burns
with tearful recollection
remembrance of the first time
my eyes fell upon your
luscious curves
skin smooth as satin
aglow in golden orange
as you lay before me
seductive in the summer sunset
you torched my imagination
ignited my spirit
fired my soul
I wanted you so badly
to fondle you with fingertips
caress you with trembling lips
you promised such sweetness
but I’d been warned
by others who had dared partake
of your fiery charms
that it would end in tears
but I did not heed the counsel
in the heat of seduction
I fell upon you hungrily
taking you passionately
the moment of our union flared
hot as lava
scorching as an August sun
I was swept away
as I consumed your charms
aflame with desire
tasting your forbidden fruit
in a wanton blaze
I took my fill
but just as quick it ended
I should have listened
they knew you all too well
alas, you burned me badly
and only left me crying
but I never will forget you
— habanero… or your chili soul
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rob kistner © 2007
NOTE: The habanero is reputed to be one of the hottest chili’s on the planet!
Rob Kistner © 2007
SWOON!
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Eyes glide luxurious flesh,
tracing the soft edge of dark and light
where the moon fondles your form,
folding itself upon you through the open window.
Eyes embrace full measure your lyrical essence,
lost in the silken tangles of your hair,
radiant in back-light,
fanning in soft wisps your graceful neck.
Eyes linger on eager bud of tender breast,
pause, entranced by the velvet flower
sensuously shadowed in satin cleft,
where supple limb meets supple limb.
Enraptured by this vision, sweet aglow,
I swoon, and swell to bursting – intoxicated!
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To hear poem read by author, click here
Rob Kistner © 2007
This is an original piece of art I created as a decorrelated, re-symetricalized fractal.
This is my post for the “One Deep Breath” prompt: Common Ground.
the great stone rocks back
undetectably
with a deep thud
more felt than heard
it bumps solid
against the face of the cliff
to which it crowds
as the spent wave recedes
the hulking mass settles again
immovable as bedrock
defying the next swell
and the next
and the next
but the sea is patient
this steadfast giant
in the ebb and flow of time
will acquiesce
becoming the grains of sand
upon which it now rests
Indian Beach sunset, Oregon Coast
rob kistner © 2007
The two photos immediately above I captured years ago in the month of September. The top photo is the Heceta Head lighthouse on the Oregon Coast. I loved the powerful visual impact created by the tiny lighthouse, beside the vast Pacific Ocean. The bottom photo is of sunset at Indian Beach, also on the Oregon Coast. I digitally rendered both originals into giclée on dappled canvass. “Lighthouse” measures 36″W x 46″H and “September Sunset” measures 60″W x 24″H.
NOTE: below are two tighter shots of the Heceta Head lighthouse pictured in the giclée above to give you a better sense of scale. The people pictured in the photo at the very bottom below enhance perspective of scale even further.
Rob Kistner © 2007
This is a new piece I created as an abstract representation of what jazz might look like if it could be seen with the eye. The shifting colors depict the moods that evolve and change during the improvisational playing, the vibrating lines are the riffs, and the geometric points are the percussive licks. Part of my 3D Geometric series, “Jazz” is a giclée on Arches textured stock, and measures 48″W x 24″H.