Photography by: Pedro Wroclaw
Here, in the street of the sky, night walks scattering poems. These poems are inspired dreams of truth, but the fabric of these dreams can be pierced by spires of human fear and insecurity. The clarity of these inspired dreams are sometimes clouded by the dire deeds and distorted dialogue of disingenuous demagogs, who deem only to dominate and destroy the dreams of those who dare think differently.
But still night presents the poems, the dreams, with unclenched open hands of truth, hoping the winds of change catch them this night, lifting them fully promised.
These are poems produced by a clear, open mind, meant to inspire all who hear, to be more. So listen, and think differently, as the hours rise up putting off stars — and it is dawn. Awake now, as into the street of the sky light walks scattering poems anew.
rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
OK, I love your diabolical “D” alliteration. and the yin-yang spin on the prompt. You seem to be a poet who gathers poems night and day, ranging from Kafka darkness to Dr. Seuss bright light, from Shel to Ginsberg, with Gary Snyder adding the natural touch. There simply are no limits or barriers on your imagination and smooth delivery.
Thank you Glenn. You certainly touched on the inner circle of my influences my ftiend. Music being the secret sauce I blend into everything… 😉
I echo what Glenn said. Your liveliness and creativity elicit what I will call stable joy.
Thank you both Lisa, very much! For me, it is often a case of — poem to keep from crying — or going insane. But I love to write, so the act of doing it offers me supreme satisfaction, and as such — JOY! 🙂
Well done, my friend! I love how you wove this into the present issues that surround us. It reminded me of a Native American Dream Catcher!
Thank you Dwight! You honor me with your comparison… 🙂
Very clever use of more than one line from the original poem, Rob, and a simply gorgeous write to boot!
~David
Thank you very much David… 🙂
Thank you, Rob, for the clip of Ariel – I love Kate Bush. And I love how you followed the path of the scattered poems.
Thank you my friend! 🙂 …OH YES, Love her too Kim. I have most, nearly all, of her amazing work. What a fascinating mind and talent!
‘as the hours rise up, putting off stars’ love that line!
Thank you Jane.. 🙂 I borrowed it from the same e.e. cummings poem, to insert as the wrap to my piece.
A lovely vision–night sky to dawn, Rob. ????
(For those of us who go to bed early, but wake before sunrise–we can see both stars and dawn.)
Thank you Merril! 🙂 I hardly ever see the dawn, except occasionally at the end of my “day”. But it is beautiful, just not as beautiful, overwhelming, or as inspiring for me as a sky-full of stars, when viewed beyond the distorting impact of incandescent or LED civilization — as I did for a quarter of a century, living in the Cascade Mountain foothills of Oregon. I dearly miss that since I have moved across ftom Seattle 7 years ago. I am deeply grateful however to my son and daughter-in-law for reaching out yo Kathy and I as my health was failing.
This is so well done Rob, love the ending too!
Thank you Linda, very much… 🙂
Luv the aliteration in your paragraphs.
Happy Tuesday.
Much????love
Thank you Gillena, much love… 🙂
Thought provoking and very moving. Lovely work.
Thank you! 🙂
Love how you weaved this into the reality of today (and tomorrow)
Thank you Björn… 🙂
Love how you used that line, highlighting the word ‘light’ which gives the line, the poem even more meaning.
Thank you Helen… 🙂