8.26.2011

Plato's Copse

it is addressed thusly:

it reads:
The brightness we have seen behind the shade
Is cast like shadows on a brightened wall
This light which we had always though we'd made
Beyond the veil; it is the all in all.
a postscript is here written:
Photo done picked from:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosbies/6075552837/

8.23.2011

Light and the Shadows

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.
it reads:
An eye is given for an eye
And sons are for the widows
By this trick I cannot lie;
the Light and the Shadows.

A quarter turn marks part the night
For watchers of the windows
When sun gathers sharp and bright
in the Light and the Shadows.

In the left then hold the moon
For sight of nighttime's fellows
And right has sun, for your boon
Your Light and the Shadows.

"Come forth, come forth ye sleight of hand"
The speaker then he bellows;
"Where was one, now two stand
Light and the Shadows."

8.22.2011

Field, Or

it is addressed thusly:

it reads:
This gold, though my own senses tell me so
Is but the bright embrace of flowered spring
Yet the path, the sky's fair dappled glow
Have brought to mind a far more heavenly thing.
a postscript is here written:
I absconded with this photo; scene of the crimes:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/calderdalefoto/6062113628/

8.19.2011

Purple Haze

it is addressed thusly:

it reads:
This is, she said to me, the king's own land
Although so few alive today may see it
It purples 'neath the twilight's gentle hand
Till morning's light should come and swiftly free it.
a postscript is here written:
A calumny! This photo was done took from:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bryanswan/6054582192/

8.17.2011

Sound & Fury

it is addressed thusly:

it reads:
What I saw there I now cannot say
Asunder furling cloud, dark fog was gone
A thunder like the brilliant break of day
A sound the color of the coming dawn.
a postscript is here written:
Done took from:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/redkiwiphotography/6051279972/

8.14.2011

The Flag of Civilization

it is addressed thusly:

it reads:
On sable, argent dish and silver swag
A cookie, vert, on sable, even spaced;
My table sets as though it were my flag
A heraldry of utmost poise and taste
a postscript is here written:
evicted by force from:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/artsan/6021716371/

8.11.2011

Leaning Down

it is addressed thusly:
it reads:
But with shape and contour we see it now
A sight our masters would not e'er allow
The watchers hover, dispassion upon their brow
So full of stars, in golden heaven's bow.
a postscript is here written:
pinched like candy from here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/red_devil/6029836212/

8.09.2011

Night Lighting

it is addressed thusly:

it reads:
Then with the swiftness of a change of mind
The cleft is by an arc of bril'iance breach'd
Will we who reaching up, then come to find
All flame we are, just as the lightning reach'd?
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:
[ps]

8.08.2011

Victorian

it is addressed thusly:

it reads:
The resting of the breeze upon my hair
Which fell like raining from this lofty roof
It lays now like the lot of worldly care
Old yet lovely, colorless and aloof.
a postscript is here written:
Photo pilfered wretchedly from here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/violen/6008200424/

8.05.2011

Social Gospel

it is addressed thusly:
it reads:
Then is the bareness of the gospel this
A church as plain as any old gray pall
Who then may know what is true purpose is?
Then it is what I write upon the wall.
a postscript is here written:
picture unreasonably filched from:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ingolfurb/5999220229/

8.03.2011

The Shore's Face

it is addressed thusly:
it reads:
The edges of my psyche grow each year
More like a turquoise rock by lichen made
Somewhat hairy, only sunrise near
Does mark this rock from any other shade.
a postscript is here written:
Stolen shamelessly from here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/nikos_golfis/6004744605/in/photostream/

8.02.2011

The Passer-by

it is addressed thusly:

it reads:
He said, 'It's hard when no-one understands
And who does? All words, we speak outright
That now we will be understood? They are but hands
To shield ourselves from understanding's light.'
a postscript is here written:
Photo stolen un-apologetically from here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shawnparkerphoto/5981153801/

8.01.2011

Tropicalia

it is addressed thusly:
A musing.
it reads:
This! As if one had thrown all the colors
Into a bird so great and many-eyed
And thrust it haphazard upon the shores
Whereupon the bird had promptly died.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bonnafejp/5984117917/