Category: american sentence

The Wiles of Water


Original digital realistic art entitled “The Wiles of Water” by: rob kistner © 7/19/23

 

Here I trod this old stone road
observing the evidence of last night’s rain
gorging this oft’ dry viaduct
some nestled in these path-side ruts
resting before their homeward journey
when they’ll rejoin their rightful place
as part of earth’s life-giving waters
returning as part of the restorative cycle

evaporating — misting skyward
penetrating the thirsty earth
or running off to join a river or stream
they are tenacious, persistent
always seeking their natural way
they’ll break beyond these futile bounds
returning to their origin – the azure sea
these are ever the wiles and ways of water

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rob kistner © 7/11/23
Poetry at: dVerse

 


Indescribable

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Stand of Oregon old growth.
Oregon Lakeshore Trail #656, at Inlet Creek.

 

Indescribable

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my footfalls
drum the root chambers
of the old growth

each step
cushioned by centuries of needle-drop
deep in this ancient forest

enjoying the rise and fall
twist and turn of the trail
I’ve ringed a portion
of the cerulean mountain lake
my crooked walking stick
smooth in my right hand

rounding a bend in the trail
brushing through waist-high fern
dappled emerald in scattered sunlight
I crest a knoll
by the restless azure brook
and stop

mesmerized
as before

I have reached my wonderland

filtered by the towering woodland canopy
light drifts down dreamlike
settles golden
into the natural cathedral before me

were it a manmade cathedral
or a grande ballroom
truly gorgeous
might describe it
but this is so much more

breathtaking
falls short

even magnificent
feels wanting

a cool lake breeze
enfolds me
filled with the heady scent
of the living earth

cascade red cedar
douglas fir
ponderosa pine
moss
fern
bark
loam
wildflower
ionized mountain air

intoxicated
I grow very still

listening

breathing

I become this moment
rapt
in touch with my soul
with the eternal

I’m transcendent

this is — paradise

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Mt Hood seen from Oregon Lakeshore Trail #656 just before old growth stand.

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This is the natural gateway on Trail #656 opening on the old growth stand.
Both well over 200 feet tall, and hundreds of years old.
1/2 mile ahead you leave the path, wandering into the heart of the giants!

mighty sentinels
guardians of the old growth
may ever you stand

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rob kistner © 2020

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    This poem was inspired by a suggestion from Andy Sewina, aka SweetTalking Guy. This is a very brief flash fiction written in three American Sentences, a poetic form conceived by Allen Ginsberg.


     
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    Bohemian Tie-Dye

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    jack and Neal on the road
    were rape’n their angst
    in carnal combustion

    allen was howl’n
    pal’n with corso
    but still white-hot for peter

    hunter was fearful
    loathing it all
    as bohemia went tie-dye

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    rob kistner © 2009

    To Soar

    This poem is offered in response to prompt #23 for 2010 at Writer’s Island,
    the Ginsberg ‘american sentence’ is offered in response to prompt #136 at One Single Impression.

    To Soar

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    to feel the warmth of early spring sun
    to wander through old growth
    to see the sunset into the pacific
    to breath in the fragrance of summer
    to see joy in another’s eyes
    to hear my child’s laughter
    to be breath-taken by art
    to be dazzled by autumn’s palette
    to taste the richness of chocolate
    to immerse in the rhythms of music
    to see the morning dew sparkle
    to hear the sweet lilt of a thrush
    to know the quiet of snowfall
    to raise my voice in song
    to drift on a clear mountain lake
    to get lost in poetry
    to feel your gentle touch

    …is to soar

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    to just try to fly is to fall short, one must expect to soar, then leap

    • • •

    rob kistner © 2010