One More Day Away - Sunday Scribblings #178 (Poetry)

With pixilated chunks of yesterday
The old world begins to fall away
Some hold on as if to stay
the new world from the come-what-may

Syncopated rhythms pound
against the once forgotten ground
Memories mix in a river's sound
as the faithful gather round

Once vivid recollections fade
into storied tales of gathered haze
and the dawn of yet another day
chases it but one more day away

Harmonic Resolve - 3WW CLII (Noise, Fracture, Vanish)

Philly's ride like fabric of summer night noise
Snare snap fractures the steady rhythmic lull
Trane's tone - acoustic curtain summons joy
Miles floats above rich tapestry below

Expand the voyage to the red hot sun
Stress the time passage with sounding tension
Resolving suspense - looping back on one
Smoke filled room in New York City session

Rain soaked streets outside - lazy summer gig
Homeless shadows seek the cover of rain
Vanishing thoughts - a mind about to break
Miles' tone against the backdrop of their pain

Crawl back in - to witness the story told
Feel the wash of their harmonic resolve

While Still Lying in Bed - Sunday Scribblings #177 (Adult)

Swept out by the undercurrent of time
Rocks beneath - not so gentle reminder
Stopping to feel for the moment - he dies
Swirling credits of memory surrender

Adulthood the dream - afforded the young
Whose play's grown tired and the wind has strewn
Subject the tragedy - story that's done
Years beyond time all too often run through

Quick to the heart the war stories run past
Summon the hunger - insatiable thirst
All of the angels in line for the cask
Watch over abyss - expecting the worst

Holds hands to his head while counting the dead
Gone is the dream while still lying in bed

The Fire Shadows - One Single Impression #77 (Copse)

Figures dancing in front of the fire
the shadows fall and collide on the trees

the copse itself - now seems breathing
white cloaked figure in the darkness sees

sadness grows deep within us
the ancient grove in a dire way

old trees dance in the fire shadows
close your eyes and feel them sway

the leaves whisper a tale of anguish
quiet your thoughts - discern the sound

senses reeling with new found knowledge
seek the wisdom on forgotten ground

The Graceful Dead - 3WW CLI (Decay, Graceful, Riot)

oils on a backdrop screen
air but full of stem and seed

signal decay out on the lawn
too far to see - too far gone

stranded there yet swept away
dancing, twirling forget the day

someone screamed or laughed or cried
the graceful dead in riot rise

Autumn Leaves - 3WW CLI (decay, Graceful, Riot)

autumn leaves beyond the hill
graceful flight to decay and spill

a sensory riot into the night
anchored rapture in fight or flight

what once was strong has fallen down
the snow shall cover the frozen ground

and as the trickster owns the laugh
the time that's spent at quarter past

has sent the giant to sprawling knees
until spring arrives and thaws the leaves

A Common Disillusion - Carry on Tuesday #14 (When a journey begins badly it rarely ends well )

A journey's every step
a galaxy of awareness
defining the road forward
the past - proven braveness

imperfect is the path
to a hazy destination
evolving to an endgame
through varied calculation

pivoting on an instant
the journey changes pace
the stamina of the traveller
worn upon his face

parametric processing
lost in the confusion
controlling every outcome
a common disillusion

The Garden Stream - Sunday Scribblings #174 (Fantasy Dinner Party)

Lamb in a mango, curry sauce
outside on a garden stream

Last gone first and first gone last
birds of song to complete the dream

Guests - ideas, philosophies and thoughts
family, love and surrendered lost

Final guest - the summer breeze
late too come - but last to leave

Longing for one other presence
that - the arrival of the endless day

To surrender my seat to this very end
just to keep the garden stream this way

Of Transient Time - 3WW CL (Capture, Jinx, Qualify)

As the sun melts
into the bay
the captured blood
of the passing day

Quickly traverses
the water's surface
like veins in ripples
the current traces

Feelings of loss
jinx the sultan's swing
straddles the horizon
and the waters bring

Skeptical thoughts
of shadows and time
qualify fears
of transient time

The Day We Part - Sunday Scribblings #175 (New)

after a life of
only twenty two
what has celebrated once
is ordained anew

taken too soon
in a moment's sound
a heavenly birthday
replaces earthly bound

a nephew, a son, a brother,
a man
delivered to the heavens
fate's unfeeling hand

leaning on the stairwell
as I heard the news
my heart stopped beating
my blood running slow

how could he be gone
and the world still turn
world consuming drama
and my heart in a churn

can we have two birthdays
one of earth and one beyond
the day we enter - conception
the day we part - being born

The Singularity - Carry on Tuesday #12 (The story is in the journey, not the destination)

Our final destination is always the same

only our journeys remember our name

Digital journey, a breadcrumb fable
indexed, sampled, semantically stable

Swallowed by circuits, processed by silicon
Preserved by storage in a cloud of intercon

Transcribed, distributed, digital, immortal
Sorted by media, ubiquitously available

Our destination - where our carbon's replaced
by an avatar of texts, mails, blogs and trace

Our story is our journey, our destination

The Singularity.

The Sting - Sunday Scribblings #174

Reaching deep to best the last
pushing the limits clearly past
the feeling as close as a lover's whispering

feeling the rush of the moment's thrust
his mind to reel with self mistrust
he anticipates the coming sting

scream muffled in surrounding drink
the longed-for-best lost in a blink
at last he surfaces with reddened skin

lookers cringe - they smile, gasp
relieved to see him rise they clap