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Jun 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Barton D Smock

empty imagery

I am aware a sparrow exists.  not in a spiritual vacuum.  people are another hell.

empty imagery

woman large, woman blank.  vessel of prayer.  being led by my father to the backroom where her child is being held for shoplifting.  dizzy child versed in how equalizing the chewing of gum can be.  once in the backroom, my mother takes over.  the child sitting, a son, knuckles hovering as listless as this dual recount.

the table being carried from the employee cafeteria.  not arriving before the woman rears and breaks the child’s nose with her boot.  the table in the wrong room.  the shy people around it.  the following mayhem from which the boy shrinks to swallow his gum.  how the gum goes right to his chest caved from being stepped on by his older brother’s left foot to keep him still during the nightly ritual of lengthening both arms by the hands.  his arms necessary for thieving.

his arms for pain to tunnel through.

empty imagery

excuse my friend his earlier joy in saying who do I have to **** to get ****** around here.  at age 19 a man exploded beside my friend and my friend went quiet.  to his grave thinking his own bomb malfunctioned.

empty imagery**

to think on it is to acknowledge something came before both the chicken and the egg.  but don’t get knotted.  we’re going with the coverage of the tree no one heard.

Jun 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Sweet Darlene, it's okay to let go.

Jun 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Two Parts of a Broken Heart

Sweet Darlene, it's okay to let go.

Slowly dying,
stories of her past
hide in the wrinkles of her skin.
stories,
told and not told,
Brought to the brim of light blue eyes;
searching,
talking to her mother
who died before the Berlin Wall.
"The black birds are coming."
But not soon enough.
Shaking suffering,
not able to speak.
Skin like paper,
but having to be tough.
Surviving five wars,
and numerous gas prices,
and elections of presidents.
And now as the clock ticks
she sleeps.
And slips slowly away
into what I believe is Heaven.

Jun 2013 Fragano Ledgister

arum's scape

Jun 2013 Fragano Ledgister

st64

arum's scape

ouvrez la cage
aux oiseaux

1.
boughs
extending wide
so wide
leaves
hanging all around
expansive over
quiet latticework
dappled vitality
fusing into
spurts of fine conversion
intense
loving arborescence

2.
attending to dirges
ingesting tedia
accepting indifference
yet
in stark contrast
heaven holds out
a handful of dream-dust
if we but chance
to reach
into *sacred reverie
dare to
escape
from land

3.
slide down
the arum's scape

..into you

S T, 24 June 2013

a lovely day to see answers in ....leaves

a lovely way to sift through ....and reconcile to thought of credence.

:)

sub-entry: 'exfoliate'

1.
exfoliation
a good friend
always welcome
shows new shoots
fine shedding of
valued depletes

2.
why battle to embrace it
when it happens every day?

fear not the flakes
proof of growth
of care
remnants sere
holds
no inadequacy

but offers
in turn
flux
much-needed
mulch
such kind humus

3.
fall dreamy over
the creamy tip
of the lily's dip
give over easy
slip in

4.
lustrous reds
copper peeling off
orange curling

latter offerings
not inattendu
never late

russet array:
intensified brunette palette
leaves
fall..

Jun 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Lake ~

Jun 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Mermaid

Lake ~

When I'm in my house
near to the lake,
I love to watch
the blue rain drops
swirling in quiet circles
on the lake surface,

As if your fingers
touching my skin,
provoking feelings
and colorful spin
in my stomach...

When I'm in my house
near to the lake,
I watch the little stones
in my zen garden
imagining the silence
of the high Planets
listening the cooper bells
gentle voice singing,
somewhere a sudden
noise of bird moving
the green leaves with her wings

As if with you on the grass
relaxing, with closed eyes,
your silence is melody which
melts my heart inside...

-nour-
June-013

Jun 2013 Fragano Ledgister

bereavements

Jun 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Barton D Smock

bereavements

in the video about how to give my son
a bath

that’s
him

-

the woman beside me
takes her health with her
wherever

she goes

-

my wife prays
for a boredom
much like
the boredom
of the baby
Jesus
whose hair
my son

lost

Jun 2013 Fragano Ledgister

empty imagery viii, ix, x, xi

Jun 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Barton D Smock

empty imagery viii, ix, x, xi

empty imagery

the head itself was an afterthought.  had god not allowed the soul to come up for air, beauty would have been spared our invention.

empty imagery

a single mother is a twofold mirage.  please argue above her quietly.  her legs collapse.  her child comes first.

empty imagery

your sister is the only person I’ve recorded to have been born without a gift.  I was told this in confidence by an angel masquerading as a small animal; the size of which escapes me.

empty imagery**

it wasn’t until my father lost his job that I began to go hungry for myself.

Jun 2013 Fragano Ledgister

goldfish (10w)

Jun 2013 Fragano Ledgister

madeline may

goldfish (10w)

dear goldfish -
if I'd been you
I'd have jumped, too.

my mom's fish killed itself while we were out of town
I need to stop writing 10-words.

Jun 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Golden Pulse

Jun 2013 Fragano Ledgister

John Myers O'Hara

Golden Pulse

Golden pulse grew on the shore,
Ferns along the hill,
And the red cliff roses bore
Bees to drink their fill;

Bees that from the meadows bring
Wine of melilot,
Honey-sups on golden wing
To the garden grot.

But to me, neglected flower,
Phaon will not see,
Passion brings no crowning hour,
Honey nor the bee.