Posted in God, Hermeticism, Life, Literature, Love, Philosophy, Poetry, Words, tagged approach, one, symbolism, symbols on May 15, 2008 | 3 Comments »
The air I’m breathing is something else
The ground I’m walking on is something else
The time I’m going through is something else
The love I feel is something else
All of these are forms, all an approach to one
– Niebla ( © 2008 )
Written for Totally Optional Prompts, Symbolic Poetry.
Posted in Imagination, Literature, Poetry, Surrealism, World, tagged America, Earth, highway, salamander, sky on May 6, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Cloudy ember sky
One-lined highway salamander
stretching into it
– Niebla
This was written in response to a 3WW contribution with a stunning American highway and sky photograph at Piece of Pie.
Posted in Death, Life, Literature, Mystery, World, tagged desert, dream, One Single Impression, society on May 4, 2008 | 9 Comments »
A gecko on the ceiling in the yellow adobe house at the foot of the dune, a scorpion about to enter my boots on the floor. The tear of a dew drop. A breath from the window opening moves the light white cloth that covers me on my wooden cot. How I wish that this [...]
Posted in Eden, Humor, Life, Literature, Words, World, tagged Darfur, Love, spring fever on May 3, 2008 | 3 Comments »
“If we were in Darfur, you would not be having this margarita, your spring fever would die quickly in the merciless sun, and that lace –”
“This lacy thing of yours?”
“This tiny lacy thing of mine you have your hand on would be considered extremely sinful.”
“Tell me more, my beautiful princess from Darfur.”
“Not princess – former [...]
Posted in Food, Hermeticism, Humor, Imagination, Literature, Mystery, Poetry, Surrealism, Words, World, tagged blue, blue planet, galactic hitchhiker, Planet Blue, sci-fi on April 29, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I am on a different planet every day,
and today’s planet is small – the horizon
curves nearby, and I’m afraid I’ll fall off
if I walk more than a mile. Five miles,
and I’d be standing on my head.
This planet is blue and patterned, as if
somebody had traced curves in the sand
on a beach. It is a pleasant, [...]
Posted in History, Imagination, Life, Literature, Mystery, Poetry, World, tagged Earth, future, gearbox, globalization, in mesh, in sync on April 27, 2008 | 4 Comments »
The future of the planet
is rewriting itself
continually
through trillions
of forces acting
on it – in or out of
mesh and more or less
in and out of sync
– Niebla
Written for Sunday Scribblings #108 – the future of the planet.
Note
I feel that we are inevitably drifting – being driven, driving ourselves – towards more mesh and sync, as painful as [...]
Posted in Art, Death, History, Life, Literature, Poetry, World, tagged civil war, ethnic cleansing, ground, hallowed, Yugoslavia on April 25, 2008 | 4 Comments »
The brown houses
up on the hill,
tower-like,
where the big
families lived,
still forbidding
in detonated
scowl, their will
to ignore now
relegated to un-
inhabited rubble
in ultimate irony –
now they can
no longer pretend,
as they used to,
that further down,
in the ground,
by the big old
grey tree, did not
rot the bodies of
those brought here
and killed for
ethnic cleansing,
as they were
laid bare by
the spring flood.
– Niebla ( © [...]
Posted in Blabla, Imagination, Life, Literature, Nature, Words, World, tagged 3WW, chance encounter, Grand Canyon, Hopi Point on April 24, 2008 | 5 Comments »
“Stop!”
I turned around.
There was a girl in her late teens, a redhead with freckles, somewhat chubby, in blue shorts and a bright red t-shirt, who was looking at me.
“Were you talking to me?”
“I was. There’s nobody else around, is there?”
It was true – it was early evening, the sun was about to set, and the [...]
Posted in Eden, Imagination, Literature, Mystery, Mysticism, Paradise, Poetry, Surrealism, Words, World, tagged angel, Babylon, Bessie Smith, blue, breasts, eye, infinity, Mayan, roses, seductress on April 21, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I walk across a spill of objects on bare chafed feet.
I step on drum jugs and notice they’re breasts,
but hard, their nipples like the flat ends of hazelnuts.
A forest of wind-blown trees fades into greyness.
Amidst the blowing wind an angel seductress sits,
barely clad, enticing legs professing modesty, doll face
like Bessie Smith but white, head wreathed, [...]
Posted in Hermeticism, Language, Life, Literature, Mysticism, Poetry, Religion, Words, tagged body, soul on April 21, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Why deny
this body
its rights?
It is this
soul’s one
and only
and best
container
this time
around.
– Niebla
A somewhat late response to “Body and/or Link” (Two for Tuesdays VIII).
