“Fall Landscape” by Russ Potak
radiant palette
pigments of rain
drip from flames
brilliant fiery
heralds of change
unfolding itself
in tableaus of
texture and time
turning crisply
through colors
that quicken
the heartbeats
of seasons with
sentiments tithed
to the passerine
psalms reverent
music of arson
that titillates ears
as it burns down
the rustic divinities
shading the sins
come to pray in a
pastoral hushed
woodland church
From my books Ephemera and Legacies (vol. 2)
“Decision” by Sharon Sieben
decisions to make
despite his reluctance
a man gives his word
his only possession
that has any worth
a man makes his mark
to certify change
monumental momentous
one thin sheet of paper
four corners of contract
delimit the sum of the pain
hard elements stoically
formed into cold resignation
a coming to terms
with the fiends of necessity
one hand to heart
with the other to heaven
a man gives his word
to commence with the
shatter of yesterday
gather the pieces of
life as he knew it
deliver them unto
the mercy of fate
with a prayer
she will make of them
some new tomorrow
with aspects at least
of a honeyed contentment
to sweeten the
swallowed regrets
“Shadows in the Trees” by Wendy Wade
a pasture serene
light with rain
rich and redolent
soil sustained by
sweet springs
born of snowmelt
and memories
wondering where
are the sheep
generations of goats
where the cow herds
who thrived in this
forest-bound space
in this nature-made
mountainside
theater of seasons
now green and gold
grasses grow tall
swaying fitfully
tousled by drafts of
fleet shadows abroad
flitting aimlessly
caught between
here and hereafter
aware change has come
something busy
and bountiful
brought to its end
without knowing the why
or what shapeshifting wind
will prefigure tomorrow
“The Lonely Painting” by Jude Griebel
how to live in a world
no longer your own
where your values
are trashed and your
ethics are gnashed in
the merciless jaws of
effete intellectual
solipsists aiming for
ignorant progress
deluded new dogmas
commissioned intolerance
framing ad hominem
scathing indictments
of any and all
disagreement
how to live in a world
you no longer love
truth be told but
it cannot be done
no choice left but to
turn yourself inward
pursuing the strength
of conviction to foment
a new hearts-and-minds
revolution a strategy
seeking to freshen the
air to enlighten the
dark modern motive
with new suasion of
old timeless truths
From my book Ephemera
“The Vagaries of Luck” by Alejandro Montañez
old minds new things
incompatible concepts
change comes on like a train
sound and fury and speed
compose calculus of fear
the terrors of infirmity
facing new regimens
details unknown
unforeseeable therapies
incomplete panoplies
unrecognizable faces
peer out from the shadows
what spaces await
disobedient bones
to accommodate
badly turned plans
no grave will be made
in a north country forest
whose trees will have
since disappeared
like their very own
leaves of a season
the once cherished
rural aesthetic forsaken
by force of the flesh
the unkindness of time
will decide where and when
for new endings
the power to write them
transferred and invested in
vagaries given to chance
“Figures in Motion” by Assadour Bezdikian
time exists to effectuate motion
like a shark undeterred ever forward
it cannot survive at a standstill
life is living and living is time
changing aging advancing inexorably
life is carried on currents of moments
in movements of undulant progress
each moment each instant within it
abandoned by consequent waves
become part of the past swirled in
troughs left to travel behind and
beneath rolling crests of the present
time and motion behave in an inverse
relationship causing all life to comport
itself tuned to precarious clocks
youth racing with ass-over-teakettle
carelessness bumping and tripping
for uncertain unreachable futures
while time crawls along at a maddening
slow young impatience-filled pace
time and motion so highly subjective
possessed of no absolute essence
we long-in-the-tooth live our motions
unhurried our fire for speed long since
snuffed by our time the same time who
accompanies aging accelerates cruelly
flies faster and faster approaching
velocities terminal punishing deadly
time exists to effectuate motion
like a shark undeterred ever forward
it cannot survive at a standstill
life is living and living is time
changing aging advancing inexorably
pushing bones in the churn of its waves
bones we fleshed with our too many days
moving dead for the eye of perspective
the center of everything into its cone
till that endpoint acute sweet oblivion
nothingness lives there our motion our
time and ourselves finally cease to exist
From my books Ephemera and Legacies (vol. 2)
“Inevitability” by Alan Brain
submit to the change
accept that the choices
were written in fiction
defiance profits no one
“Dramatic Lightning Skies” by Toni Grote
consider the mayhem
when seasons collide
cracking heads over
rights to the stage
one adamant in its
intent to arrive
another tenacious
unwilling to leave
quarterly clashes
fierce thunderheads
stricken by lightning
contest pride of place
inevitably new is
victor for better or
worse will not fail
regardless its wounds
people also experience
violence of change
collateral computus
joined to our growth
the measure of men
like the seasons is
told by which qualities
outlive the storms
From my book Ephemera
“Fate Tempting” by Jeff Christensen
life patterns
unpredictable
light and dark
speckled hours
days nights
shaping years
arbitrarily
sequenced
now subtle
then lurid like
splotch and spot
chaos of an
ocelot pelt
skin of time
map of feats
broken circlets
stretched taut
for the race
some call journey
whose triumph
though ever a
time and space
accident
moves upon
purposeful bones
supple mind
and an eye
who can see
the big changes
before they arrive
“Catalyst” by Tara Baden
earthquakes tremble
beneath mighty mountains
the landscape evolves
rearranges lives of men
compelled to abide change
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“To improve is to change; to be perfect is to change often.” – Winston Churchill
From my books Ephemera and Riverthink
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