Elusive Poetry

Van Gogh

 

Stare not, your vision

and your eyes will dry.

What you seek to see

is discerned askance.

Allow your wandering

thoughts free reign,

your eyes unfocus.

Go beyond; look.
Go inside; seek.
Go off the range,
off the trail,
off the mark.

Just below the surface, watch

as the verses swim.

Among the trees, see

as the lines chase.

Among the clouds,

in the steel yellow-blue
of the cloudless day,

drifting across the starry,
starry night sky,

pick the strings of the uncertain love.

Strangers Never

Fernwood

Fernwood image, Pinterest

This is day 11 of Days of Unreason:

“I’m unsure if all of me returned.” – Jim Harrison

 

Meeting her made my life anew.
A start that caused our hearts to beat,
worrying if the other’s heart was true;
sweating over her getting cold feet.

A fresh start that caused our hearts to beat,
pulsing out of our tortured….  Heart strings
vibrated as nervous music tapped.  My feet
tapping time to a fantasy.  Sinatra sings,

pulsing out of my tortured heart strings,
drawing me on to undiscovered Fernwood
Botanical Gardens where….  Sinatra sings
Strangers in the Night, an omen good;

drawing me to an appointment in Fernwood.
On the phone, this is really true!
Strangers never; drawn together for good.
Meeting her made my life.  A new…

start!

* * * Poetic form: Pantoum * * *

True story!  Okay, for historical accuracy it is highly unlikely either of us would have been listening to Old Blue Eyes… and certainly not that tune (it just plays well poetically).  I would’ve been listening to something rockier, to soothe my jangled nerves.  She would’ve been listening to some rocking blues, for the same reason.  And, true to the prompt, at the end of the day a large part of me remained with her, and I carried a large part of her home with me.  It’s been like that ever since.

A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.”  She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason.  We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry.  Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along.  Come and join the fun!

 

Haibun — Sees Without Seeing

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photo by Charley

This is day 10 of Days of Unreason:

“Much that you see isn’t with your eyes.” — Jim Harrison

 

It’s that Detour sign that popped up in front of her in the middle of dinner.  Not what he said or didn’t say, but a shadow flutter passed by and she is seeking a way to break it off.  Again, it’s not something in the eyes of the boss, or his voice, but as he gets out of the car and prepares to greet his family, he sees the job posting that will be up by Monday.  It’s what the cat sees when she’s been sitting in front of you, staring at you.  Suddenly her eyes shift to a spot just over your left shoulder and her eyes dilate – there’s either prey or threat just behind you.  You shoot a quick glance.  There’s nothing there.  She’s gotten up and is strolling out of the room.  You can hear her either purring, or laughing.  That doesn’t mean the cat didn’t “see” something….

field mouse nibbles corn
scurries from an unseen threat
sees without seeing

A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.”  She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason.  We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry.  Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along.  Come and join the fun!

Like Poems Flapping

Birds

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This is day 9 of Days of Unreason:

“I love the tracks left by hundreds of species of birds
that remain in the air like we do.” – Jim Harrison

 

Our flock springs
into flight startled
by intruding man.

Skyward we spiral,
a thousand wings
like poems flapping
in fire.

Hot flames send
wishes, hate, desire,
passion to receiving
clouds.

As we circle, revision
rains around us.

We sing.  We sing.  We sing.

Our songs remains,
tracks indelible
in the strata.

A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.”  She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason.  We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry.  Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along.  Come and join the fun!

Haibun – Summer Curtailed

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photo by Charley

It’s Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets Pub.  Come and join in!

The afternoon thundering has begun.  Over a month and a half of washed-out summer.  Did I ever mention I work in education and this is the season in which educators recover their sanity?  No?  Well, I work in education, and my wife and I haven’t seen a day of activities that hasn’t been cut short, or completely rained out.  While we do have a bumper crop of mold and mildew on the back porch, the market for these two crops is rather low – supply exceeds demand.  We try, oh god, we try to work in recreation in slices.  But the weather is uncooperative, so it’s more slice and dice.  We have even seen the vultures standing on the banks of our pond, wings spread to dry.  They haven’t bothered getting into the water to wash off the offal, our summer faux monsoon showers seem to do the trick!

man in chair looks out
summer sun is false promise
must move or I’ll rust

Life In a Box

Puzzle box

This is day 8 of Days of Unreason:

“I’m not sure what it is, life’s puzzle.” — Jim Harrison

 

As a boy I was given a puzzle box.

No package, no directions;
made of wood, beautiful to admire.

It sat on my dresser and collected dust.

Life puzzles present themselves
to us to explore, to ponder.

The man with dubious motivations.
The woman, the path of whose heart
may be oblique, forked, or just not best
approached by foot.

The child loved who fails
to learn love.

There are rules for solving puzzles.
Some people follow different rules.
Some flout rules.

Playing dead doesn’t always work with bears.

When a friend taught me
to open my puzzle box,
I placed it in a drawer.

I liked it better as a mystery.

 

A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.”  She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason.  We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry.  Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along.  Come and join the fun!

A Question of Survival

Minnehaha Falls

Minnehaha Falls, Minneapolis, MN

This is day 7 of Days of Unreason:

“The only answer I’ve found is the moving water whose
music is without a single lyric.” – Jim Harrison

I fish at the river of tears, catching
and tagging miseries.  I’m employed
by Fish, Pain and Wildlife, part of
the Department of Natural Recourses.

When the sun casts no shadows, I stop
and have my lunch beneath weeping
laments; messy trees!  But there I find
peace and solace, as mourning loves
flit and flutter, and coo their wheezy coos.

Back at it, I net Unfaithfuls, battle Wobegon
I-dos, and collect Tears of Joy for the lab
where tests will be run.

A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.”  She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason.  We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry.  Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along.  Come and join the fun!

Haiku – Storm Wind

shelf cloud

The Weather Channel

This is day 6 of Days of Unreason:

“The violent wind.  The violent wind.  The violent wind.” – Jim Harrison

 

squall line approaches
all the world is holding its breath
violent exhale

 

A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.”  She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason.  We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry.  Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along.  Come and join the fun!

The — On the Wing

Flight

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This is day 5 of Days of Unreason:

“Tiring of language, the mind takes flight.” – Jim Harrison

 

You are the —
of my heart.

When we come
together, we —,
and I am left —.

For the —
of you is —!

More than words can say:

I —

You —

We —

A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.”  She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason.  We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry.  Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along.  Come and join the fun!