A Point in Point

What is the point-

If reason is pointless

If no one stands on point-

Then is the matter pointless

When the point is obvious-

Then is the point less vague

If the painting's pointillism

Is beyond the frame's prism-

Then is that reality

A conform within or beyond duality.

The Fanciful Inchworm

Appendages paired for walking

at head and tail

but alas, lacking legs for midsection traction.

Thus, relegated to inching along

 slowly back to front

Into an odd loop,

that teeters in the breeze,

then front forward

to undo the loop.

Then again

and again

down the weary path

taking measure inch by inch

of the seemingly mundane

and inane

matters of a small place,

amidst the entire planet.

Such is life’s duties

inching along slowly

back to front

into an odd loop,

that teeters in the breeze,

then front forward

to undo the loop.

Then again

and again

until the time nears to cocoon

away and wait...

the ageless wait

of the epochs

and into the transcendence

of wings

in the enlightenment

where the bounds to earth

are broken into free flight.

Such is life’s glories.

The fanciful Inchworm.

Being Strange

Silent voices and lunatics being strange

Lake waters evaporating into the air

Yet the rains do not fall –

The green floors have become sallow

And strangeness just grows there

Pondering thoughts turning into thoughts of pall

While shadows dance with the strange fellow

Carrying bags of precious things that belong nowhere

And everyone guesses to who; strange no one

Knows anyone anymore; the strangers shun

Away into the darkness where strange is being

And all the room is fleeing

From the cascading floors falling estrange.

An Ocean of Ifs

If the cool winds are brazen upon your face;
If the salt air burns your nose and throat to breathe;
If the sand irritates your hands and feet to build sand castles;
And if the crashing waves are destructive to your thoughts;
then perhaps... the ocean's place is not to be.

Gathering's Of Note

The sultry July night of joins,

a syncopated gathering's note,

Where time and distance quote

Reason and tale; both a purloin

With time and place stoichioemetry

Of memory's pathetic symmetry