Archive for the Image Poetry Category

On This Easter Day

Posted in Image Poetry, One Shoot, One Stop Poetry, Poetry Reading with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 23, 2011 by dustus


Do you remember me, Grandma?
These lilies are for you
Picked them at your favorite park
The one near Arthur Kill

Imagine she misses Grandpa
Night lights in vacant eyes
Drawn to sudden song from birds
Past war abducted mind

Do you remember me, Grandma?
When I was Little D?
Within your yard I’d cross home plate
Pretend to be a Yankee

And will you remember me, Grandma?
On this Easter Day
Slave labor tortured
We’re out of time
I watch you wheel away

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*The above poem is my response the One Stop Poetry Picture Prompt Challenge. The above photo is by a talented and kindhearted Canadian photographer, Mr. Greg Laychak! Check out his interview today over at OSP.


Old Stairs

Posted in Image Poetry, One Shoot, One Stop Poetry with tags , , , , , , on April 16, 2011 by dustus


I can take old stairs
A salt from lost tears
Perceiving time as incarnation
Shouldering duffel
Backpack full of fear

When hearing walks
Shocks give, tread through hunching spine
No conscience raising better judgment
Each measured step is weight to mind

It’s me… what has been
Shackles forge at will

Self-fulfilling prophecies
She’ll hold me, better, still…

When life returns new feeling
Home not in her head
Travel weary; wrists stop bleeding
Want love before I’m dead

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*The above poem is my response to our special James Rainsford edition of the One Stop Poetry  Picture Prompt Challenge. Being the awesome artist that he is, James has offered a choice of 6 photos today. Feel free to pick one and write a poem or 55 Fiction (aka Flash 55) based on the prompt you choose!


A Golden Scheme

Posted in Image Poetry, Poetry Reading with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 15, 2011 by dustus


This time I might discover life
Accepting death a golden scheme

Well squeeze moist eyes; uplift soft sighs
This time I might discover life
Repeats no points for bitter pride
To not break down—my goal it seems

This time I might discover life
Accepting death a golden scheme


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A, B, a, A, a, b, A, B (iambic)

*The above photograph courtesy of UK photographer Fee Easton. Fee was interviewed on  One Shoot Sunday.

Dying Requests

Posted in Image Poetry, One Shoot with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 13, 2011 by dustus

Before I die
Light these Roman candles
Like a bartender pours 3 double-shots in a row
Across glass molds formed from ounces blown

Without break to flow phelgmatic
In jest congestion; the hypocritically kind—
Exiled into passive-aggression
Too young for hardened arteries
Too old repeats inside my mind 

Biochemical cured concrete
Spun within human drums
Arrhythmic beatings
Spread feelings harden

Dendritic shorts come to naught
Failed circuit switch
Mined powder, dementia

Whitewashing anguish
Extinguishing, we perish
Each cause ill fate
Go ahead and stare
at me…
I will never blink
Being partly there

No smoking hot Medusa
Wilting willow hair for snakes

Think of me as Dostoyesky

Hearing appraisal howls

Trumpet blares, wailing wolf

Rejoicing from inner war

Before night quells peace

When missing sentences kill

Me, Anna Karenina

This solitude, an empty room

Torture acts
Beyond contemplation
Mourning life
Lost sight
Truth lies
Self taken

Arresting spirit, one-way vacation
Upon snowflake-pattern doily
A flower vase empty, missing blooms
Frost replaced spring afternoons
Table-sized at grandma’s
Fighting epileptic agony
“Verily, Verily, I say unto you,”
What is memory
When depression wills?
Light unto infinity
Judgments nobody asks until

Engravement upon his tombstone
Please
“Except a corn of wheat fall
Into the ground and die

When hammers chiseling tragedy
Carved below an arc of slate
To make the place of rest, decay
For all our flesh
That is fate
We are the dirt
I am afraid

Cancer sticks
They too pass on
Dismissed, not lit
Tasting chemically bitter
Having lost rounds through half-life
Eclipsed sunshine; wax-sealed
Penny lain upon each eye
As the music leaves
This prop stands, waiting
For someone to finally don’t shoot me

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*This poem is my response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. The prompt was shot by photographer Fee Easton, featured today on One Stop Poetry.

Together Time

Posted in Image Poetry, One Stop Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 8, 2011 by dustus


My love craves sweet together time
For life affirms emotions bared

As if stars shine like Coldplay lines
My love craves sweet together time
On beachfront sand we lay supine
One soul suspends like salt in air
My love craves sweet together time
For life affirms emotions bared

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*Special thanks to my OSP teammate Claudia. If you have not yet, check out her blog Splittergewitter

Artistic Reckoning

Posted in Image Poetry, One Stop Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 1, 2011 by dustus

The following post for One Shot Wednesday is also my response to the latest Bookstains Poetry Challenge.  The challenge is write a poem about Grant Wood’s iconic painting American Gothic.  If interested in participating, then click here for details.


Approximately 650 miles from Winesburg, Ohio
Much nearer sticks to hospitable care
When boring wood lampooned beliefs
You may feel free
Bury me there

Ulysses & Grant would go home again
Iowa forgiving prodigal pride
Blond Emily Dickinson stares into oblivion
Poseidon’s prop gripped by father time

Behind them lies someone’s home
Spring arresting American plume
Sprouting hawthorn of unmentionable kinds
Reckoning they did die here too

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writer

Posted in Image Poetry, One Shoot, One Stop Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 27, 2011 by dustus

Royalty
“What majesty should be”

Ransomed kings
Criticism to crow about
No RSS feeding enslavement
Without creativity crossing utility lines
Dotted eyes, black shadows sway in the wind

Eviscerating wastelanding tragic dross

Horse powered hamster wheels
The circle run
Bulldozers push, upturning
Severed doll parts, smushed milk cartoons
Fertile lies, careers

Clearing ski hill sized dumps
With reigns held back
Or maybe sold out
Through market trends, tickering taint
Puppeteers, overworked interns
And pimping agents!
…Ivanhoes, please
I am the terrible one

Sorry if you think this harsh
Borders now crossed to bright light
Our planet’s temperature like the sun also rises
As weeklies (as well as most companies) continue to set
Downsized they call it trend

Due preference of a millennial generation not buying newsprint
When smart phones pick up Starbucks Wi-Fi signals
It takes one faint pressured point to get to craigslist

Stop thinking in terms mechanical
There is room for dead language footnotes
References to forgotten mythologies
Get medieval if you so choose
Dropping, echoing pecks without whirring hums
Or the bleating squeals sparking old modems
After sticky relic taps played without electricity
Devoid of cut and paste, and literary nerds
Gutenberg couldn’t picture our days
Driven by Google search
Windows opening one’s Facebook page

Think about past artists’ shun
Censorship, blacklists, ex-patriots
In cyberspace remaining chance
Digest, you can’t erase this

“Brevity is the soul of wit”
Polonius first said it, ironically
Shakespeare could not imagine texts and retweets
Or a wired earth in which peer artists
Encourage creativity, support, universal broadband connections
Global renaissance through computer inventions
Where one’s key strokes lead to instant feedback
Which will not obscure death when broke hearts attack
For a single typefacing metal-headed ribbon slapping caste off
writer

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*This poem is my response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. The prompt was shot by photographer JackAZ, featured today on One Stop Poetry.