Month: September 2020

The Fox & The Feather

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oh to glide
in buoyed flight
soar skyward
in sweeping circles
lift high on mighty thermals
never again earthbound
not a prisoner of gravity

this day would be soaring
and swooping
and diving
giving thanks for feathers
and hollow bones

but

I have no hollow bones
I’m just a little fox
with only this one feather

I found it
over there

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rob kistner © 2020

moonlight
keeps dark at bay
pressing in

night wind stirs
mocking breath
of life now lost
to lightless realm
beyond this chill
encircling me

worn stone step
where rail eluded
grasping hand
as ankle bent
held oranges spilled

moon caresses
tender neck
once softly kissed
from which no voice came
to futile cry

those lips
will not know again
sweet fruit

nor love

blackness presses in

VERSION 2

moonlight
keeps dark at bay
pressing in

night wind mocking
life now lost
beyond this chill

no emotion
save grief

a worn stone step
a grasp-less hand
an ankle bent
held oranges spilled
tender neck
once softly kissed
now broken

a futile cry

those lips
will not know again
sweet fruit

nor love

darkness presses in

VERSION 3

moonlight
keeps dark at bay
pressing in

oranges spill
on worn stone steps
rail eludes
grasping hand

night wind stirs
scattering
the futile cry

mocking
the breathless life
lost to the lightless realm
beyond this encircling chill

these lips
will not know again
sweet fruit

nor love

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rob kistner © 2020

though you are gone
left much too soon
just in your springtime
you are here
quiet in my memories

I like
that you are still with me
in my heart
this recall is such sweet ache

other memories
from quite near
and far into the past
drift forward
mingled rich
through the years

their embrace
is soothing
warm as the sun

memories of others
I’ve been blessed to love
a tender tear
for every one

the places
this 6’ frame has been
the wonders
these hazel eyes have seen

the joys
that painted me
so brightly

the sorrows
that taught me
the depth of life

in these memories
there is a sweetness
it holds my heart
tempered
by just a touch
of soft regret
that at times
bowed this silvered head

my heart is full
my spirit calm
a peaceful surrender
to fate’s embrace

that precious
unfurled strand
from there to here
from then to now

would that these memories
never end

but soon
the flames of recall
will falter
as the lingering embers die

it’s then I’m prayer

when I am called
among the memories
would that I be
carried away
in stillness
delivered off
in sleep
forever wrapped
in all it is
I am

I am my memories

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rob kistner © 2020

I sit quietly
close by this fire
soothed by its crackling
eavesdropping on my wife
reading our child
bedtime stories

soul’s settled
heart’s full

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rob kistner © 2020

 
Up a Tree

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the king of beasts has gone up a tree
says it’s a better vantage point to see
the evil that’s happening everywhere
yet much of the human herd don’t care
that lies and disease are running wild
it seems that they have been beguiled
prudent folk seem to have been struck blind
the other fools have simply lost their mind
the king says he is not coming down
‘til Trump and Covid are chased from town

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rob kistner © 2020