#life – Visions of Orion Poetry

Third Act

Third Act At a dawdling tempowe became this scant thing;drifting further from dayswhen clocks went unnoticed,dreaming in colour – far flung like hopeful fishing nets. We tore up the stars,revelled in dark stringsmoaning under night’s cover;their sad arabesques falling in madcap waves– drowning us in song. And your face turning slow;like Muddy Waters in mourning. ©️Continue reading “Third Act”

Field Song

Field Song In ravages of daylight,he tracks the orb’s declinetowards the arc of the Birch. Sun baked hours concedeto shadows–blisters crackwith open parched throat; a brittle earth churningbeneath his cortège–in stepwith hooves & gyrating ironwood. ©️ Orion Foote

Codgers Memoir in Twelve Seconds

Codgers Memoir in Twelve Seconds Each day a dog-eared copyof its predecessor–a pixelated imagesaved too often; in other words,a shroud over weathered cobbles. ©️Orion Foote 2023

Tabula Rasa

Tabula Rasa You speak as if to remember;as if wondering how words escapethrough tiny cracks – I track themdown and revel in the thought. And what of the light switchthat is somehow jammed;neither off nor on, but stuckunwittingly in-between, picking fights with the fuse box. That is how these things are.This is how I learnContinue reading “Tabula Rasa”

Interim Eternal

Interim Eternal In ramshackle light,a stellata blossommakes its last stand;rallies against the blightof a humbug season. People live & dieby their own devices around here – minglewith those of another kind;gather nebulous clues to another’s Rubik’s cubefrom the corner of their eye. Some flinch at echoes.They shy away froma well meaning sun,or avert blinking eyesfromContinue reading “Interim Eternal”

Home Truths

Home Truths(Tanka chain) Kiki scans pagesof morning’s feline gazette.She nose tracks lettersin earth scented light columns;marks time shoveling fur dew. Black coffee belchessteam from kiln fired cup. Speakerssquirm with hot vibes – it’s Ry Cooder pulling the stringsall over Chavez Ravine. Sun beaten facesperuse stacked rows of new spines.I watch their eyeballssearch for cryptic codesContinue reading “Home Truths”

Flash Bulletins

Flash Bulletins In joining up the pixels,my senses throbon high tech alert. These fibre optic days,despatches travel as quick as light.They bounce back at us from autocues – starchedanchors in wardrobe glossrelay them in HD vignettes. The morning brought plasmaupdates & widescreen data;issued a warning – tingled like the intro to Strawberry Letter 23.Tonight, theContinue reading “Flash Bulletins”

Closer Then

Closer Then It constitutes the lastgasp of a wordless haiku—peeringthrough snow drift icicles ona zen photographer’s windowpane in bright alabaster winter islike watching stars melt inside theexpanse of a late period Rothko. Ground German glass piercesthe fog of memory spirits—eachrecalled and submitted for reviewbefore imminent trial and sentencing. Like the actor gazing througha cigar hazeContinue reading “Closer Then”