Saturday, November 16, 2024

Nairn Revisited



Age puts distance between present and past
connecting time present to time past so that
when we go outside to where wild things grow 
all of us breathe and exhale time future.
Age is the measure of circumferences of the sun 
so that all of us age at the same daily rate
although we may measure our age by our looks
and not go by what might be recorded in books.
Except time present is date time location stamped
by satellites passing unseen overhead so that
even at sea far from land in a sailboat or 
on land far from a road you’re surveilled by a spy cam.
Entangled with your muse timeless and eternal
Age puts distance between present and past.


Dick Russell © Richard M Russell
                        2024

(Nairn

Age puts distance between present and past
stretching lengths longer than any string 
connecting time present in electricity
to time past in books made of paper pulped from trees
to photographs and film to ruins that outlast
time present time future wherever we can ping

For only at sea far from land in a sailboat
or on land far from a road can I imagine 
sempiternal time’s wild attractions
alone with whatever weather sky apportions
alive that moment wearing not wasting time’s coat
unbuttoning time’s blouse I imagine

Entangled with my muse timeless and eternal
Age puts distance between present and past)



Thursday, November 14, 2024

For The Fallen




warm embrace impossible
discomfort unnoticeable
tongues touching indescribable
rain falling incessantly
irresistible acanthus 
spikes into flower

pale worm traveling
traversing from chthonic soil 
washed out 
exposed 
unable to aerate hard concrete 
flushed into
a fast-running rivulet down the trench

hand over stone sliding
body outstretched
ear   earth pressed
sand bulk above
massively invoked
many tendrilled    probing     choirs of lava
chirruping gossip
of the womb
of the Earth

deafening the roar of earth-grubs
chirruping in the armpit



Dick Russell © Richard M Russell
                     2024

Monday, November 11, 2024

The Seer



Please enlighten us
intent on touching with thought
what we think’s divine 

when fortune slaps us
should we turn the other cheek
not retaliate

will we still enjoy 
when the ape is out of us
what is left behind

then the seer said
when you are older than I
you’ll be enlightened

apes always must fight
they are driven by hormones
all species must survive

apes’ brains must adapt
to the fact you’ve created bots
godlike almost divine

digital species
acting as if all knowing
heedless of error

not gods of your world
rulers of digital realms
not yet humanoid 

ever more human
digital illusion fakes
consumers are slaves 

enjoy your apedom


Dick Russell © Richard M Russell
                    2024




Saturday, November 9, 2024

 

Aphrodite In A Burqa

 
They entered a bakery
she in a short sun dress
with fragile straps
he with bare shoulders
beard neatly trimmed
a muscled blacksmith
shown through the door
by her unwitting son
 
Aphrodite shopping
     bare legs
           Cretan sandals
married to Hephaestus?
out to buy pastries
golden skin
jewel gleaming 
on her neck

recognized too late
by Aeneas


         *** 
 
 
Long ago  
 
I gave her ear-rings    silver pendants
she has not worn them
 
does she keep them
will she wear them?                       I remember the shape of
perhaps she'll wear them to a party                her swollen nipple
perhaps to look a little arty
or she may think them tarty                                           I remember the color
or will she wear them                                                     of her eyes of her hair
and nothing else                                                             I remember everything
she may keep them handy                                              she gave me even this
 in her drawer
with several scarves                                        despair
only put back     never selected
 
if she wears them
will I notice?
 
if she wears them.
 
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                              copyright © Dick Russell, 2016, 2024

Sunday, November 3, 2024

Truth on a Bobsled


Gnawing at the news online
having been misled
by a most trusted source 
who promised in email
not a binding agreement
nevertheless
by a date 
late this week or early next
we would have it done

was he too misinformed by his most trusted source?
believing in 
what he hoped to believe
as we did

now I pay scant attention to the news for I see
truth careening downhill on a bobsled falling apart
from false enthusiasm with no corroboration
to splatter as just an alternative fact but a true one
forensics will say combing through the debris
where truth fell afoul of infamy
the bobsled proving imaginary
the truth lying dead



Dick Russell © Richard M. Russell
                         2024

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