Monday Morning Drive
Date: Oct 10th, 2007 5:46:44 pm - Subscribe
Mood: driven


I know well.
I know well how to drive ...
the careful, constant application of
accelerating gas
and easing, ceasing brake.

I don't ever use neutral;
except upon pulling in
for inspection or a pulsating, powerful
wash.

Sitting here with Evelyn ...
I'm in neutral.

I'm trying to get used to this gear.
Comments: (0)


Ceiling Thread
Date: Oct 10th, 2007 5:30:34 pm - Subscribe
Mood: normal


Like floss,
tensed between fingers ...
mine and His.

Like rope,
released for a rescue ...
mine, not His.

Like life,
aligned and symbiotic ...
ours.

Comments: (0)


Epiphonic Thread
Date: Oct 10th, 2007 5:24:56 pm - Subscribe
Mood: focused


He could
could yet could not
glory in anything, anything
but the Cross of Christ.

I could have been anywhere, yet nowhere,
else.

I gloried through a phenominal,
epiphonic fade ...
a feeling of daydream turned
destiny.

Tunnel vision to a despairing,
violent horizon
with his head, her head
eclipsed in view.

A voluminous sadness
of spiritual desperation.

Then ...
my head ...
something with eclipsed myself
overtaking, overshadowing,
my certain crucifixion.

So was birthed the glory ...
the glory of the phenominal,
epiphonic fade.

My forever with Christ.
Comments: (0)


Precipice
Date: Oct 10th, 2007 5:19:46 pm - Subscribe
Mood: serene


This is precipice, peace
penumbra
perfectly ordained
in the Presence
Comments: (0)


Soft Soaking
Date: Jul 23rd, 2007 3:35:46 pm - Subscribe
Mood: poetic


Soft, soaking
summer rain
drenching delightfully
despite the danger
of flooding.


Comments: (0)


Stress
Date: Jul 22nd, 2007 8:58:52 pm - Subscribe
Mood: stuck


Sickening
Tiring
Ravaging
Enslaving
Stultifying
Strangling
Comments: (0)


Pig Spit
Date: Jul 21st, 2007 5:56:51 am - Subscribe
Mood: fun


I'm going to have to look
at what the today's hosts
most intentionally
will cook.

It's a big affair
though I'm not terribly sure
I'll dare
eat the spit-hung pig.

I'm hardcore
suburbanite.

Pig meat comes in frozen boxes.
Or yellow-red resealable sleeves.
Or "ready to cook"
in a cellophane-wrapped hunk
of some part I'll never have known.

Today my taste buds will be tempted
to outduel my psyche.

Yes, I'll have to look
to our friend, the cook,
celebrate the "cuisine"
and try my best not to scream.



Comments: (0)


Midstream
Date: Jul 19th, 2007 6:31:49 pm - Subscribe
Mood: ok


Older folks laugh when I complain
that I'm aging.
Maybe they've forgotten
what it feels like
when this inevitable first creeps
into the bones
and through the heart ...

I'm making my way into midstream.
Sorting out what the years
really mean.
Rivulets of remembrance
roll into streams of new consciousness,
catching me standing, sometimes stumbling
midstream.




Comments: (0)


Big Heart
Date: Jul 6th, 2007 11:01:19 am - Subscribe


The big heart twisted in on itself
as I followed its chambers
with children leading the way.
It thumped, too.
Yet the thumping of my own blood-beater
bettered it,
for the claustrophobia caught me short.
A big heart ...
but not big enough.
Comments: (0)


It Seemed Clear
Date: Jul 6th, 2007 10:57:12 am - Subscribe


It seemed clear
but not at all what I wanted to hear
there in the stillness near midnight
in my head and heart
where one day did end
and another one did start.

It was the voice of certainty,
a certain slap to my spirit ...
rude, not refreshing.

Eventually, sleep shut it down.

Now it simmers, seemingly waiting
for the next attempt to enter into
solitude, serenity.


Comments: (0)


Buttons
Date: Jul 4th, 2007 6:05:37 pm - Subscribe


bad buttons ...
like a tap of sap
in a tree
with broken limbs ...
are pushed
leaving everything
depressed.


Comments: (0)


Fire Escape
Date: Jul 4th, 2007 6:04:14 pm - Subscribe


The fire escape balcony
of prayer
leads down to where
a deer-hooved field
lay before, upon
my heart.
Comments: (0)


Rail Road Tracks Template
Free Blog Hosting Join Today
Content Copyrighted rkgelson at Aeonity Blog