Blackout Poetry
Through the Looking Glass Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Life in “Market Earth.”
How “Overused” Words Turned into a Wakeup Call. It is a cold wintry day; the Arctic front shows off with record low temperatures and I am prepared to defrost the engine of New Year’s resolutions for a fresh start. As I listened to one of the guided meditations of an Inside Timer challenge, I was
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Streams
Glistening streams wash over the land The Veins and arteries of lif Carrying debris of loss, regrets and ignorance Into the vacuum field brimming with the secrets of the cosmos. Transmutation, emergence, reconfiguration, nothing shall be the same. The intermittent bitingness of flesh surrenders to the perennial bing-bang of the Infinite certainty. Behold, all is
Eucalyptus’ Ode
Auld Lang Syne rings… 2024 Opens… Pre-face (d) The Old squints bravely At the bright face of the New Brimming with possibility. Loved and strangers alike Silently question The Past Ode Time Long Past Distant memories remain Every sloppy kiss, Every glass-clinking toast Every euphoric hug shared Reflections drowned out by slurred conversations The forgotten
