Owls are hunters
Humans are mechanical separators —
separating by metal machines
meat from bones
life from death
fat from essence —
but in Nature, where Man used to come from
a long time ago — remember it? —
none of those things is separable.
BRAIN from SENSE
metaphor
All kinds
tortoise clouds
barely crawling across the sky
hare clouds
drifting swiftly over our heads
chameleon clouds
changing every moment
borrowing colors from the sun
dragon clouds
breathing fire into the horizon
Hoofprints
Fortune is a centaur —
half man, half luck.
For want of wings
For want of wings
we have been earthbound,
but hearts and dreams soar!
scrambled blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005,
Think outside the cage
Let go —
Open the cage of mind
Let the grief out
Reach for the health and peace
growing outside the cage —
Yes! Now’s the time.
scrambled blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005, page 135
How to shine
It’s not that the people
with nice shiny attitudes
have not been banged up—
but they buff out their
dings and scratches with
gratitude and positivity,
perspective and grace,
resilience and courage,
with purpose and faith.
Grief bores holes
Grief bores holes
in our hearts & heads
like a woodpecker
— peck peck peck
— knock knock knock
You can’t make it stop
Eventually it flies away
— but leaves pits
that never fully heal
Contemp
CONTEMPORARY POETRY—
paying at the tollbooth with pretty words
then swimming naked under the bridge
Tumbling, stumbling, free
When I fall into old age, let it be not a drunkenly face-first stumble but rather a graceful autumn leaf drifting from the tree.
Fairies of reality
It’s all about how he saves her — not from the dragon but from herself.