Planting Seeds – A Tanka

Consciousness causes
Curiosity to stir
Observing begins
Accumulating knowledge
Seeds of wisdom are planted

6/21/19

This is my response to Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 132 #SynonymsOnly.Colleens-Weekly-Poetry-Challenge

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Are You Free? @ FVR

My newest poem, Are You Free?, Is now available at the Free Verse Revolution blog:

Are You Free?

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Haiku on Time

Time devours all
From the roots to the branches
Nothing can escape

6/13/19

In response to Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 131 #SynonymsOnly

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The Viking Spirit [Book Review]

This is the first of a new feature on this blog. I’ll be posting ocassional reviews of books that I am reading, poetry related or not. If you’d like to see more of these, please let me know in the comments.

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Title: The Viking Spirit: An Introduction to Norse Mythology and Religion.

Author: Daniel McCoy

This book is intended as a introduction to Norse/Viking Mythology and culture for the layman. It is written in a fairly accessible style and contains a plethora of information and retells many of the best known tales from Norse Mythology. He also includes many footnotes and a large bibliography if one is inclined to read deeper about these topics. However, there are some pretty substantial flaws in the book that a potential reader should be aware of:

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Patreon

After much consideration, self-doubt, and procrastination, I have decided to set up a Patreon page to help support my writing and poetry. While I enjoy freely sharing poetry and other content on this blog (And, to be clear, I will continue to do so), being able to generate a steady income from my work, aside from the books I plan to publish, would allow me to work less (or ideally not at all) at a “day job” and concentrate solely on my writing projects.

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Spring Sunset

Golden brittle leaves
Crackle underfoot,
Even though its Spring,
Season of rabbits and rebirth,
Flower petals and Passover.
Time to make a sign
On your door-frame,
Painted in lamb’s blood
So God doesn’t murder
The wrong children.

Orange sun sets
And gold leaf clouds.
Light drains from the east
Into the western sea.
The darkness spreads gently
Drifting off to sleep.
Stars will soon be shining
Out from the ebony vault.

If one of them died today
We wouldn’t even know
We had reason to mourn
For at least four years
As the light lives on
Beyond them.

5/30/19

On This Day I Completed My 46th Year

I woke up this morning
With fewer steps ahead
Then there are behind,
As the incline increases
In proportion to the number
Of familiar faced corpses
Rotting in the ditch
Along the side of the road.

Bone on bone
Cartilage-free grinding
In my knees
Won’t hold out much longer.

Though they’ve lasted
Ten years longer
Than Byron’s club foot,
Marching a Grecian swamp
In search of a soldier’s grave
To lie down in.

Forty-Six years
And both my parents are gone,
My own sunset in sight,
Nihilism scratching
The inside of my skull.
Drifting in the dusk,
Memories of motivations
And dreams unseen
Flutter and fade,
Smoke in the sky.

5/20-5/30/19

No Time Given

For Justine
 
No time given,
Only time taken.
 
Taken for the timeclock,
Coffee; the commute.
Taken for paperwork,
Client calls, and
Writing receipts.
Taken for forced smiles
And wondering why
The boss is in a mood today.
Taken by the grocery store,
The gas station, and
Rush hour traffic…
 
Taken by fibro flare-ups,
Exhaustion, and
That stabbing pain in my knee.
Taken by house cleaning,
Chores, and
The cat box is full again…
 
Taken to try and unwind,
Relax and recover from
The emotional and auditory
Overload fuzzing neurons
Like a 22” B&W TV
With broken rabbit ears.
 
But no time given,
No fucks given
For me.
 
5/20/19

A Song of Taliesin (Revised & Expanded)

I was a grain of wheat
In Cerridwen’s belly
That grew into a man.
Gwion Bach devoured,
Reborn with a radiant brow.
 
She sought to inspire
And I was inspired.
Inspiration meant for another,
But fate had other plans.
 
I stirred her Cauldron of Awen,
Its contents burned
Opening eyes and mind.
 
I was there
When the universe
Was a white-hot grain,
And will be there
When it is an ice-cold cloud
Spread thin by time.
 
I was there
In the valley of Rhun,
Before the years had been numbered,
By the shores of sunlight
When the fair ones
First gazed upon the trees.

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Counting the Seconds @ Free Verse Revolution

A new poem I wrote about Time is now available at Free Verse Revolution:

Counting the Seconds