Caroline Shank: Favorites

Sep 2022 Caroline Shank

Anais Vionet

He wears, with me, the charms of love,
exchanging gentle whispers in storms
of fascinated, trembling union.

He shares with me blue velvet nights
of careful and unmeasurable bliss,
and titivates modest morning rebirths.

He cares for me, reproof us not, we make
no show of virtue, or counterfeit innocency,
but partage, in comfort, this open honesty.

BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Titivate: make more attractive, improve

innocency = a show of innocence
partage = share

#charms #love #nights #bliss

Sep 2022 Caroline Shank

Edge Haiku

Sep 2022 Caroline Shank

Unpolished Ink

Edge Haiku

Watching from the edge
You can view eternity
Closer than you think

#edge #haiku #eternity #poem #poetry

Sep 2022 Caroline Shank

A Full Moon... Second Attempt at Posting

Sep 2022 Caroline Shank

Lawrence Hall

A Full Moon... Second Attempt at Posting

A Full Moon Every Night
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

A Full Moon Every Night

I’d like a full moon every night. But why?
The cycles, the dance of the solar calendar
The dance of the shadowing lunar calendar
The stern regulae of the liturgical calendar

All swing in orbits through the universe
Orbits that vary wildly yet keep returning
Returning to each other in sacred waves
That in their seasons send the moon to us

But I’d like a full moon every night anyway
And why?

Because she’s pretty

Sep 2022 Caroline Shank

The Bystander

Sep 2022 Caroline Shank

Carlo C Gomez

The Bystander

~
Weather balloon for a hat
propeller on his back
morning is observably alive

leaving it to atmospheric pressure

he consumes today's newspaper
with the enthusiasm of a bowl
of Corn Flakes

this Heath Robinson contraption
of getting to work first
over enemy lines
is all the rage in his satirical
state of mind

that is until the absurd derailment
of wartime employment

and so he returns home with tubes
and catheters attached to his body
and feeling like one
of the unwieldy machines
he had so often created

full of atmospheric pressure

and apparently thinking it
an undignified fate
he pulls out the tubes
and quietly dies
of his own invention
~

#inventor #machines #irony #spectator #employment #war #depression

Sep 2022 Caroline Shank

Kite Runner

Sep 2022 Caroline Shank

Carlo C Gomez

Kite Runner

Taken by the reckless wind
Lost in distant clouds
And here the fall of her hair
Tethers my mind to the sky

#tanka #poetry #romance #kite #love #analogy

Aug 2022 Caroline Shank

Flight mode muse inking

Aug 2022 Caroline Shank

S-zaynab-kamoonpury

Flight mode muse inking

As black as my birdlover poet's pen ink
Coal black as every poet's ink, hue upon hue
a rook and a raven flew flew flew
as the wind it breezily blew blew blew
And blustery became the view, view, view

An albatross then gracefully took to the air
and for hours it seemed to linger there
Then we saw magpies rise unto the skies
As well as a kestrel soar with such flying flair

Bright toucans and brown falcons too fly and glide
So many wings fill up God's wide skyline

All such avians rise and shine with 'flying colours'.
Their flight enabled and powered by divine powers

O' birds of flight your secrets tell
and if you know which of us
had end up in heaven or hell?
For isn't all is well that ends well.
Lets pray there ain't hell's murk
but Eden's light
at the end of the tunnel!

#birds #muse #flight

Aug 2022 Caroline Shank

Stanley Kubrick

Aug 2022 Caroline Shank

Carlo C Gomez

Stanley Kubrick

~
Black as coal.
Moth or myth?
It helps with the lights out.
And travels by thought.

Cleopatra enters Rome,
Dropping names,
Reciting pagan poetry,
Knocking on forbidden doors.

Nicole sees shadows
Of her former self
Staring back at her,
Rock paper scissors,
The color of three.

Give and take after take
On the burning soil
Of a blurred crusade.

Typewriters
And other assorted weapons
Form white lies and alibis,
Calibrating the dusted variations
Of a caught-on-camera obscura,
It is a dark waltz,
Some small hope still,

Yet there's a comma after still.
~

#film #cinema #director #craft #idiosyncrasies #career

Aug 2022 Caroline Shank

Miss Van Gogh

Aug 2022 Caroline Shank

Carlo C Gomez

Miss Van Gogh

tonight the sky.

dark palette.

the stars are projectors.
the paintings of them are in
perpetual motion,
carry the zero.

conflicted still life.
of spathodea.
of pomegranate.
of her own folded-up *****.

it's all in how you interpret
the brushwork.
girls can tell.

a reassuringly dull sunday
turns to intrigue.
the busy girl buys beauty.

people are places and things.
lost affections in a room
in need of images
or at least explanations.

she looks for it.
she listens for them.

the sound of existing.
the sound of a quiet room.
a rainstorm or possibly the sound
of someone taking a shower.

blind little rain.

autosleeper lowers her head.
the economy of sleep patterns.
and little else celsius.

tonight the sky.

tomorrow a place where
one can ruin oneself,
go mad, or commit a crime
with paint.

#adulthood #maturity #sexuality #woman #girl #beauty #art #paint

Aug 2022 Caroline Shank

I'm Not Here, Alone

Aug 2022 Caroline Shank

Evan Stephens

I'm Not Here, Alone

Tell me I'm not here, alone -
that I've finally traded this broken meat
for vapor, a stock-share of memory
that wavers through the dusk screen
into a charry blued imbuement -

For a moment, I'm by the riverside
in Paris, eating bread and wine with her,
a small and stony autumnal Eden.
Now I'm dying in Saint-Eustache,
craning my neck into the god-vault...

O reader, I can't lie to you:
I am here alone, after all.
This blood-ended prison twitches
with memories of Les Halles
& Tiquetonne, and that's all.

Paris was, not is. What "is"?:
Medusa's severed head in a cake box;
an anchor of whisky nestling itself home
in the cold iodine of the soul;
my name dissolving into a beard of ash.

Jul 2022 Caroline Shank

Permission to Land (Moon Trills)

Jul 2022 Caroline Shank

Carlo C Gomez

Permission to Land (Moon Trills)

What on Earth
took you? Do we dare land?

A lark of descension. An aborted beginning.
Moon trills.

Captain is dead
at the controls.
Mother gives birth in the airlock.

Trouble in the passageways.
A struggle to name it.
A drink before eclipse.
All that's wrong with the world
sounds like harmonium in the (wishing) well.

First flight over Hölderlin's Archipelago,
creating new and stranger versions
in the sandclouds.
So this is
Tharsis Rise?
Life without a trace.

Non-terrestrial Martian field.
Halcyon flowering seas. A rock with no trees,
no urban hopes.

Yet, the whole universe inside
wants to be touched.
I love you in zero gravity,
pushing tender buttons.
*** as solution.
Moon trills.

A kiss of atmosphere.
This alien womb.
Those android embargoes.
Our children are born echoes of astronauts.
Lunar schedules
their first words.

There's a lightspeed sensibility
to this type of marriage and parenting:
no leaving the hub,
no exit procedure.

The Sol they sing
is a harm hymn,
moon trills,
subject to the ladder and the weight of breath
this outside Earth.

But I love you in the veil of a twilight moon.

We're monuments
burned into moments.
Moments without a beyond.

#family #marriage #fear #hope #future #alienation #individuality #communication