PLUTO Ruler of the Underworld

A queen concealed

behind the mask of a male deity

your Realm, the undifferentiated

instinctual world, defines

our humanity or lack thereof

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the earthbound laws of our world incarnate

limitations of our flesh

painful or ecstatic

your promise, trial by fire

leaves us with Bare Bones,

the beauty of which, unfathomable,

cannot be apprehended

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the miracle of feeling

the Core of one’s existence

feared as punishment

experienced as the expiation

of hubris and its artifice

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You rumble beneath us

shaming our lives wrapped

in the illusion of grandiosity:

we are but peons of honor

as we tread this Earth

struggling with your rules

until exhausted, we surrender

transform

or die

Pluto

Pluto

The Road To Recovery

The Romans

Fought, Conquered, Built

Engineered, Strove

A blend of enlightenment

and ruthlessness

they read papyrus books

Codices

furnished lavish Libraries

emulating the Egyptians

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crisscrossing Europe with roads, aqueducts

and Arenas

they Ruled and Conquered

until they no longer did

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the lengthy decline

immeasurable in real time

a steady collapse

such a cake

insufficiently leavened

cautiously sits instead of standing

from one generation to another

incrementally slipping

catching itself

then slipping a bit more

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the Undoing of Civilization

culture, knowledge –

Worms yes, Invasions, Fire indeed

Time, certainly,

but more than that, Ignorance

engendering more Ignorance

until no one reads

except a handful in charge

No more principles of Life

only principles of Fear –

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From illiteracy and terror

a darkness hovered for millennia:

the earth once round

was now flat, the sun

as center spurned

human Parthenogenesis

a fact

the importance of clean water, forgotten

questioning forbidden,

any attempt at dissolving dimness,

viciously repressed

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Until ever so slowly,

we Progressed Back

to the Humanities

 salvaging ancient manuscripts

repossessing reading, examination, discussion

simultaneously galvanized by

and galvanizing the Printing Press

Empowering Minds

at once Philosophical and Mathematical

Exposing a World

of Objective Reality

no more the realms of revelation

rather the laws of physics

no longer the punishing guilt and suffering

of an immaterial god

but cause and effect

of a Beautiful Sentient Universe

made of atoms, void

magnetic fields

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and nothing else

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The Thinning

Art Work By Yaron Rosner

Art Work By Yaron Rosner

Winter has numbed us in ice,

faced with mounting crystals

your presence retreats

 

I turn in circles

 

books unopened, pens untouched

the day runs by, meals made,

a night, another day,

 

I turn in circles

 

feeling you wane

as if your breath were fainter

your body more transparent

preparing your soul

to lift from its bones

home for 88 years

 

I turn in circles

 

From armor to onion skin

a warrior’s challenge

to go in peace

without fanfare, artifice

or gun powder

 

rather a slow fading of the edges

a pacifying of the will

a softening of your ardor

now saved for me, only

 

and in the wake of your silent withdrawal,

you leave an emptiness I apprehend

 

and I turn in circles

 

 

To my father, 4 years before you passed

 

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The Man with Grass Growing on his Back

Suffused Into our Humanity

As You Are,

You Breathe

Our breath,

Sigh our Sighs

Move with us like Water and Wind

Tug at our Bellies

some of us Listen

Others Not

sometimes you have a flute

sometimes a fork,  a cup, or crowned with vine,

Millennia of Descriptions

have tried a hand

at Portrayal

we fail however at seeing

You

part of Us

Earthbound

Mysterious

Instinctual Wisdom

so frowned upon

by centuries of  Virgin Birth

followed by centuries of Reason

Yet you defy them all

Carrying, as you do

an Intelligence

not to be changed

By Place or Time

Painting by Felix Vallotton La Source

Painting by Felix Vallotton
La Source

 

Hearing Them Leave

Nails hammered to leather soles

striking the Cobblestone

Screaming in the Wooden silence

of those Black and Silver days

I heard them Go

 

Such a Tuning Fork, that resonance

is the Background of my life

the Tapestry of Noise against which

all else Echoes

 

Muttering incessantly I cannot die

hold on, lest the Memory fade

in the race to Forget

 

I am the Wave Length of those buildings

that are no longer

 

I am a Frequency to those who come

revisit the places of horror

we dare not Ignore

 

I resonate Relentless, such ghost pains

for those who will listen, remember

and Keep Living

 

For those who deny, won’t hear

I drive them to Tone Madness

 

I, I am Sound Memory.

Art Work by Yaron Rosner

Art Work by Yaron Rosner

 

The Rhododendron Lady

Your lips, Quiz

Art Work by Jessica Hengen

Art Work by Jessica Hengen

squinting, you peer

into our World

and Wonder

why did I come here?

 

Laced with heady Blossoms

Succulent leaves

always Verdant

you look at us

and Wonder

why so much Effort?

 

Embalmed with persuasive fragrance

you interrogate the substance

of our Lives

Wonder

why so much Pain?

 

Girdled by your Dark crown

caught between two worlds

you come forward

as we toil,

Inquire

what have I done?

 

with every question

another leaf,

sometimes a bloom,

As queen you bear

many names,

As one of us

an outsider

you give Solace

to Some

Annoyance to others

 

the ambiguity

of your presence

a reminder

how feeling discomfort

can be a blessing

in Disguise

The Whitening

Deep-rooted,

the Need to see

Dirt in the Other

engaging in condemnation

appears to clear the Self

  like a shower to our shadow

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the vigorous Cleanse

however,

comes Smeared with

a most disturbing shade

of sanctimoniousness

(The price, Surely, of Sight

in Black and White Only)

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It’s  in the Softening

of our Vision

the edges merge, a gray Depth

rises from the picture’s

Perspective

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Righteousness however

seldom Softens,

it hounds with indignant Piety

more vehemently

as if trying to strip

a layer of Skin

remove the darkness it disavows

the disturbing Reality

that there are not always definitive answers

in our ever-changing World

where so much remains the Same

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Art Work By Yaron Rosner

Art Work By Yaron Rosner

The Vessel

Close to Shore

She Yearns

Anchored in the Bay

She gently Rocks-

back and forth

the handling

hull scrubbing

commotion

Delays-

the Captain draws

long  breaths

leaning forward

into the Journey

Ahead-

everyday the comings

and goings intensify,

the Hesitaters

kick sand on the beach

looking at their feet

should I go or should I stay?

The volume rises, the pitch

Escalates

Anticipation Magnifies

Until one morning

the Bustle gone

we wake to an unsettling

Stillness,

peering across the Water

there She is

a shape in the distance

dissolving into the Horizon

while the sand kickers

continue shuffling

one foot to another,

She is on her Way

valiantly focused

on catching the Wind

in her sails

meeting each Wave

Evenly

Never to Return as She Left

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Photograph by Nick Zungoli

Photograph by Nick Zungoli

The Staining

    For Adi

That moment

when out of Nowhere

you feel deeply Alone

you don’t know why

but you know

your life

has changed

never to be

what it was-

Never

the irrevocable

shift

into a New World

bringing

Responsibility

All At Once

a concept so unknown

so remote

so Massive

Fear Coated with Dread

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and yet somewhere

Hidden

deep deep down

a miniscule seed

set Aglow

with Worth

Satisfaction

even Joy

in the budding

capacity

as Life Giver

Art Work by Yaron Rosner

Art Work by Yaron Rosner

The Wait

Swaying on the floor of the lake

among soft

and blackened leaves

I wait

Battle, a thing of the Past

 faded weapons

 dampened alarm

the sirens quiet at last,

Vigilance Dissolved

into rolling liquid

my body surrenders

wavers to the current’s

Hold

breathing a deeper breath

even anticipation has melted,

lulled weightless by the water

no delay, just lingering

I wait

Art Work By Jessica Hengen

Art Work By Jessica Hengen