Newtons Epilogue(In Memorium) Once, on a cold inclinenamed after your mother,you turned as if Karajan to his Figaro;as if Jesus to Simon and saidTo conquer death,we only have to die. At the drop of a baton,time holds sway like a dirge,wincing at the refrainof it’s own untold forecast;we only have to die. And what ofContinue reading “Newtons Epilogue”
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Where Stories End & Dreams Begin
Where Stories End & Dreams Begin(Choka for Fran)) You wrap the night’s breathin ivory sheets with stars;in monochrome dreamsof wild Gypsophila snow. You hear words spokenin the language of a mothertongue, that knows the layof the landscape in night’s pall. Moonbeams shoot the breeze. By morning, a grateful sundotes on gilded braids;coaxing highlights, like dawn’sContinue reading “Where Stories End & Dreams Begin”
Last Call at Shangri-la
Last Call at Shangri-la(Tanka) Solar fireball shrinksinto a fluorescent dusk;he knows how to mixa Caribbean cocktailin layers of ochre crush. ©️Orion Foote
After the Wrap
After the Wrap Call it the hypnotic pullof icicles holding courton a frigid window pane.It’s like watching time dissolveinside a Rothko expanse;a wordless haikuthat requires no translationin any known language. A speechless actordoesn’t need subtitleswhen zoning out with eye clouds;It’s a final print in empathy.A quiet affirmationof all that is understoodthrough the hushed crescendoof time’sContinue reading “After the Wrap”
On Awakening
On Awakening(Tanka) Kiki scans pagesof morning’s feline gazette.She nose tracks lettersin earth scented light columns;marks time shoveling fur dew. ©️ Orion Foote
Rewriting his Plaque
On Rewriting his Plaque Three weeks shyof a neat three score,I come to your river pewin midday’s yellow blaze. I wait for the trillof the rivers song;for arms of valley hillsto wrap around me,like pale limp flesh, that oncedraped across my ribsin morning’s wondrous lightthat yawned through waking curtains To eavesdrop on grating cicadasin shamelessContinue reading “Rewriting his Plaque”
Editing Natural Selection
Editing Natural Selection I secretly enjoy the rigmarole:it’s like self medicating on words after arcane dental work,or playing devil’s advocatefor a mixed marriage betweena CNN reporter & a Russian diplomat. I’m bent over foul papersat three in the afternoon – shufflingarbitrary shorthand symbols,until it’s time to tango; time to startdropping liquorice in the snow. AtContinue reading “Editing Natural Selection”
Well Meaning
Well Meaning His words evaporate like fogin mid morning on leaving his mouth.I’d love to drop a fewmicro hints over a lager or twowith him – quickly avert my gaze,so as not to assume pontiff.It would be over in a brief episode;as quick & as painlessas a flick of the scalpel. I’d pass him aContinue reading “Well Meaning”
On Any Other Day
On Any Other Day Perhaps it was no different than any other form of misfortune.Like waking up with a screamerof a cold, or Bells Palsy on the morningof a GQ cover shoot – bad luck,but there it is in plain scrawl.Died by the visitation of God It was the accepted lingo;a way of embodying theContinue reading “On Any Other Day”
Book of Hours
Book of Hours For an infinite secondthere are two of her; a bathing suited twinhovers over shifting rippleslike a saucy double exposure. Bullets of light shoot holesthrough skin—piercing herdoppelgänger in lunch hours blaze. The watery canvas dissolves;waves distort her gapingmouth – threaten to devourmy parched eyeballs. ©️Orion Foote, 2023
Visions of Orion Poetry 