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
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




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