tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19628414800871920362024-03-13T16:53:53.473-04:00Metanoetic Poetics"Only one who carries out one's own death can witness to and become self-conscious of nothingness." - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hajime_Tanabe">Hajime Tanabe</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-82540197127806210262016-06-25T16:03:00.001-04:002016-06-25T16:03:32.434-04:00Man of Constant SorrowDriving home early in the morning from my other job one Sunday, I turned the radio to the local AM channel. I don't listen much to AM radio except to listen to sports events, but I hit the Scan button and the first channel it landed on was the local one.I guess it's a Christian station for it was playing Christian Bluegrass songs. I don't know how much folks on this forum know about American Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-37474544868630705872016-02-02T19:02:00.001-05:002016-02-02T19:02:10.926-05:00<war> rewrite <war> when crows find it simple to tell the truth <\anytime> <\thistime> <bare> stripped to a face with no skin, no room for fire - thing like a rag doused with gas and burning tire <time/> 1943 <Leningrad> <olga\> the camp whore  Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-72140645881590257672015-08-08T16:46:00.001-04:002015-08-08T16:47:37.869-04:00<dream><dream> I leave my body begging for crumbs in dust - bread not starved for, trials not faced - phantasms that seek shadow and light’s salvation <grandparents> dead, they travel far - the light in their face <birds> bent wing, scream without sound, feathered flickers of hope&Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-64351812813999358972015-07-19T22:08:00.001-04:002015-07-19T22:09:01.472-04:00<fog><fog> dripping footsteps in woods and hollows, swirling on the blacktop, alive with hidden fear of a self pining for its own loss <there> in the trees above the pond: who walks there trying to find me, seeing my end? <tree> if I was, I could grow alone like green leaves on a weathered trunk Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-77274151423088408502015-07-01T10:33:00.001-04:002015-07-01T10:36:56.111-04:00<hummingbird><hummingbird> skimming barrio sky, suckling honeysuckle outside my kitchen window <whir> we are sun and defy gravity and transmute bitter to sweet <nectar> what word from the dead? <\dream> </nectar> </whir></hummingbird>Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rights reserved&Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-76265868540260424992015-06-27T09:52:00.001-04:002015-06-27T09:54:35.740-04:00<mnemonic><mnemonic> <shell> fading gray nerves gnarled fingers <body> broken like water in a dry arroyo :recalling nights when it was hero in their romance: shoulders fail holding up the skin machine, seeking flame to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-33682632274597434992015-05-27T17:16:00.001-04:002015-05-27T17:27:26.434-04:00<war><war> when crows find it simple to tell the truth <\anytime> <\thistime> <bare> stripped to a face with no skin, no room for fire - thing like a rag doused with gas and burning tire <time/> 1943 <Leningrad> <olga\> the camp whore  Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-6602847793395795352015-05-25T11:46:00.001-04:002015-05-25T11:46:56.565-04:00<contrail><contrail> scratched sky <cardinal> calling: not bondage, not air paint your love for me like the jet </cardinal></contrail>Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rights reserved Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-82949297392273757302015-05-23T09:24:00.001-04:002015-05-24T10:33:02.955-04:00<words><words> rags and pearls mimed from mother's face <spirit> seeking that stitch of escape </spirit></words>Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rights reserved Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-42357432884509233332015-05-23T09:22:00.001-04:002015-05-23T09:22:07.227-04:00<beauty><beauty> blinding me <forget> I have only myself to blame, seeking the bones that line spirit <\forgive> </forget></beauty>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-81615612521455616322015-05-22T19:17:00.001-04:002015-05-22T19:17:32.269-04:00Portal, Abiquiu 2014Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rights reserved Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-37025932984743548442015-05-22T19:13:00.001-04:002015-05-22T19:13:32.766-04:00Raven Lookout, Abiquiu 2014Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rights reserved Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-3538015003987751672015-05-22T19:08:00.001-04:002015-05-22T19:08:10.706-04:00Fence, Abiquiu 2014Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rights reserved Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-17301238372768706052015-05-22T19:05:00.001-04:002015-05-22T19:09:17.372-04:00Morada, Abiquiu 2014Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rights reserved Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-76143630876205936372015-05-22T18:51:00.001-04:002015-05-22T19:00:46.916-04:00BordersPlane trees and hydrangeasshade vixens beneath a nubilemoon. Their cackle tormentsthe dreaming dog.I fish frogs from the pool water. Hawk shadow imprints the surface,talon awaiting feast as the world sleeps.If only I were a tree I'd know how to rest alone, or a stone enduring what it is to be.Or fog so I learn how to dream. in outposts on the border where Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-78517746720739908432015-05-22T18:22:00.001-04:002015-05-22T18:23:49.889-04:00<neighbor><neighbor> <dusk> the heat of the day cuts its dry, cracked teeth into the cool wind from desert sage and mountain firs <silence> I watch you watching me there behind the gate where you park your RV <emptiness> is it suspicion bred by moonless night? &Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-77952291904611768952015-05-22T16:13:00.001-04:002015-05-22T18:54:25.821-04:00<dishes><dishes> celebrate the stain of things past, the reward of the hunt, the work of the hands, the purity of tears</dishes>Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rights reserved Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-65541668446428638112015-05-22T16:05:00.001-04:002015-05-22T18:55:09.162-04:00<love><love> laugh and cry with the demons <door> nothing's sacred but prayers coming home </door> <\unconditional></love>Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rights reserved Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-3330995687707018142015-05-21T14:02:00.001-04:002015-05-22T18:56:13.038-04:00<animal>Image: Robert Rauschenberg, Tree of Life Prune<animal> me <twigs> i snap segments with my nails on the walk from the train - a primal grammar <\patience> </twigs></animal>Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rights reserved Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-73516893180382183352015-05-21T13:24:00.001-04:002015-05-22T18:58:30.941-04:00<sticks><sticks> picking up <waterfall> washing wounds in a hotel room <\canyon> </waterfall></sticks>Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rightsReserved Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-12772314811172681262015-05-21T11:52:00.001-04:002015-05-22T18:59:44.410-04:00<commute><commute> bluebells dancing in the rain <old songs> magic circle of rhyme - mute lives, blind words </old songs></commute>Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rights reserved.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-41694252382031929102015-05-21T11:49:00.001-04:002015-05-21T12:13:43.546-04:00<hummingbird><hummingbird> outside my window <nectar> what word from the dead? </nectar></hummingbird>Poem and image: Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rights reserved.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-39317018660366047842015-05-21T11:46:00.001-04:002015-05-21T12:16:43.015-04:00<baby><baby> breathing hard in sleep <stars> what makes him fight to see dawn? </stars></baby>Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rights reserved.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-87461093543644561822015-05-21T11:44:00.001-04:002015-05-21T12:11:53.246-04:00<sun><sun> soul mate <earth> soft fingers rain pours down <\seeds> </earth></sun>Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rights reserved.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-69033633786156681132015-05-21T11:30:00.001-04:002015-05-21T11:35:02.673-04:00<garbage>Image: Dirty White Trash by Tim Noble and Sue Webster, 1998<garbage> parsed into halves, decay in not beginning <hoard> good and evil erected around dying moments </hoard> <\zeno></garbage>Poem: Copyright 2015 Charles David Miller All rights reserved Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.com0