Folding Together

My daughter and son surprised, I should say shocked me yesterday, revealing the name and photo of my actual birth father — and the name of my birth mother. This information was unknown to me for 74 years. In fact, I was unaware my kids were genealogy mining. I was stunned to look at the picture my son showed me of a man, heretofore unknown to me, and quite clearly and eerily see “myself” — and the unmistakable faces of my son and daughter. Joseph Lawrence Perrmann and Evelyn Tieke — my birth father and mother. I was utterly floored. Using De’s prompt, I’ve created an imagined romantic scenario of that day they met, and I was conceived as a post WWII bastard — later to be placed in a “sealed” adoption.


 
she is as bright as sunshine
and as beautiful as a summer day

what a most unususl place
to find such beauty
he muses to himself
as he paints her fondly
with his admiring eyes

“come here often miss”
he rolls off his lips
with a slow sly smile

“only when my laundry’s dirty”
she smiles back
with a perky snap

“what brought you in mister”
she banters jokingly

“like you, dirty laundry”
he emphasizes dirty

“you got a big load there”
she observes coyly
with a lingered downward glance

“you got a nice full basket too”
drawing ‘nice’ to a sly sssizzle
“what’s your name”
he asks, seductively

“Evelyn, what’s yours”
she flirts back

“Joe, but friends call me JL
you can just call me
whatever feels good to you, Evelyn”
he offers with an inviting smile
“can I call you Eve”

“sure, Eve is nice
what’s the L for, Joe”

“Lawrence — Joseph Lawrence Perrmann
purr, you know — like a cat”

“I’m Eve, Eve Tieke
you know, like the wood”
she says
“wa d’ya do JL,
rather, Joe”
she teasingly purrs

“I’m now a cop,
was Navy shore patrol,
I’m just back from war”

“where’s your gun officer”
she coaxs

“I keep it holstered
until I need t’use it”
he warns mockingly

“is it a big gun, Joe”
feigning wonder

“it’ll do the job Eve
you like guns”

“not usually
but I bet yours is nice”
she says breathily

they continued chatting
and flirting
while they laundered
growing more interested
and mutually attracted

just then
buzzzzz

“well, laundry’s dry Eve
wanna help each other fold”

she looks around
“these tables are awfully small”
she replies encouragingly
“I live just around the block Joe
and I have the perfect table”

“great Eve, let’s go there
and fold together
— how does that sound”
he asks suggestively

“purr-fect, Joe
I would love to fold with you”
she says directly into his eyes

“OK,
then let’s go
show me the way Eve”

they pause
their imaginations fully engaged
smiling deeply into each others eyes

“OK” Eve says warmly
body language relaxed
eyes willing

then JL turns
grabs both baskets
full of their warm laundry
and out the door they go

together

and into my history


rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

Falling To Pieces

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”I can’t see the end of me” by: Oladios

 
Falling To Pieces

~

oh dear
I fear
I have lost my heart

and along with it
a larger part

if I do not panic
but stay calm
instead
being careful
not to lose my head

if I can
look to the future
avoid the dread

it’s not hard to conceive
kitty I truly believe

though parts of me
have certainly
lost a bit
of fleshy tether

eventually
with what’s left
of me
I can finally

pull myself together

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2019

 

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  • Distant Farewell

  • LONG-FORM, FREE-VERSE, SCI-FI ADVENTURE/LOVE POEM

  • Far-Worlds Corp research space schooner “Thadius”

     
    Distant Farewell

    ~

    “I’ve watched
    golden fire clouds,
    hanging in pale green skies,
    over the azure seas of Toluras

    I’ve seen the copper leaves
    of the parmus fronds
    flashing from indigo mountains
    in the crystal mists of Gemin.

    I have beheld exquisite beauty
    in my rich, full life
    but none so beautiful
    as your eyes tonight”

    this Artheo whispers
    his breath warms
    the tender lobe
    of my eager ear

    he presses his lips
    softly to mine
    with gentle passion
    bids me farewell

    now three hours past
    I linger in the bittersweetness

    I can still taste him

    here I am
    hurtling through space
    standing on the aft deck
    gazing

    reliving the kiss
    a sudden chill
    shocks me sober

    been here, done this
    precisely this
    in every detail

    impossible

    it’s my first time aboard

    a foreboding grips me

    I shiver as I watch
    the jade-sapphire orb
    grow smaller
    less relevant

    it now recedes
    less visible
    through the carbon-Lucite

    zero-g frost
    forms and obscures
    this breathtaking view
    of the lush planet

    our home planet
    Gaia

    a place
    some now on board
    will not again see
    for fifteen years

    if they are
    counted among
    the fortunate
    who do return

    we race
    exceeding light-speed
    toward a distant
    call for help

    unknown destiny
    in uncharted space
    with no idea
    what we will encounter

    the call made it certain
    no good lay ahead

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    I am Sephias
    going to Topiarus
    to return
    in a year’s time

    I am distraught

    the anxiety
    of separation

    intense pressure
    permeates the crew
    who go the distance
    to the edge of space
    to answer
    the cry for help

    it is contagious
    I feel this too

    I feel ungrounded
    each time I choose
    to leave my man
    to go on mission

    my soul mate
    Artheo

    our love is deep

    it has withstood
    these essential
    separations

    we understood
    when I joined Far-Worlds
    that separation
    came with the program

    but knowing this
    makes it no easier

    my anxiety
    is heightened further
    given this mission’s
    uncertainty

    at Far-Worlds Corp
    we are involved
    in new-resources
    exploration

    we’re scientists
    not trained spacetroopers

    our expertise
    not military

    this ship
    the Thadius
    is a space schooner
    solar-wind powered

    a research vessel
    not a fast and agile
    battle cruiser

    not suited
    for space combat

    the security force
    we have on board
    trained to defend
    not to attack

    they protect us
    from known threats
    on our journeys
    through known space

    this mission’s different

    the unknown
    makes this dangerous

    the Dextorium
    was an advance ship
    sent to reconnoiter
    9 months ahead

    the Dextorium
    did in fact carry
    a battle-trained
    spacetrooper force

    but it has now
    fallen silent
    for many months

    the green glow
    of the interstellar
    contact indicator orb
    means they’re out there

    but silence
    not a word

    stream

    to take my mind
    off things disturbing
    I drift to Artheo
    to our last kiss

    he presented
    a calm brave face
    at our goodbye

    but I knew better

    now together
    two centuries
    rest assured
    I know my man

    as decorated Primests
    of the Science-Sect Elite
    we are privileged
    with three birthing cycles

    to improve the human strain
    a 40-year
    no-birthing period
    our second
    now nears its end

    soon
    we will enter
    our third
    free-birthing cycle

    we both welcome
    the sabbatical
    of twenty years
    that it affords

    we’ve begotten
    families
    in prior cycles
    and love them both

    we now dream
    of this newest family
    our near future
    holds in store

    this coming family
    is most important
    in our lives
    Artheo’s and mine

    state edicts dictate
    3rd cycle families
    caretake their fosters
    as health declines

    as we move closer
    to our stand down
    and cryogenic
    hibernation

    this new family
    will be our comfort
    as our current life-phase
    draws to a close

    as I reflect
    I am disrupted

    a sudden chaos

    panicked commotion
    on the foredeck

    there is great alarm

    I rush forward
    in time to see
    a startling scene
    begin to unfold

    there
    directly in front
    of our speeding ship
    menacing fields of energy

    they begin to spread
    linking together
    with apparent logic
    forming a grid
    blocking our path

    acting intelligently
    as though a sentient
    living thing

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    they are immense
    and they are many
    as they assemble
    into a spherical net
    continually expanding
    as far as one can see
    it is there

    spread far too vast
    to travel around
    their advancing speed
    we cannot outrun

    as we approach
    the pulsing web
    their acceleration
    becomes exponential

    no doubt we’re on
    a collision course

    suddenly
    my senses jolt
    I stagger back
    in shock and awe

    it is now quite clear
    what fate befell
    our advance party
    and it appears others

    they’ve been, well
    they’ve been absorbed
    by this horrific
    electronic death-mesh

    we are defenseless

    we on the Thadius
    can only stare
    frightened
    but spellbound

    the crew’s emotions
    now run the gamut
    tears fill most eyes
    as hell approaches

    then I see more clearly
    in the eerie violet
    sphere of energy
    closing upon us
    tiny multi-color specks

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    captured life-energies
    of the Dextorium crew
    and countless others
    that have come before

    their vital essence
    has been consumed
    by this entangled nightmare
    that now besets us

    their images flicker
    in and out of focus
    trapped in the grid
    held fast and hopeless

    empty faces
    of complete surrender
    translucent
    dead eyes
    living ghosts

    this thing is coming
    this host of evil

    terrified
    I feel helpless
    so confused
    and so alone

    its then I rush
    to my solarcomm
    to send a message
    to Artheo

    holding a Droon orb of light
    bravely I begin
    first sharing poetry
    as is our custom

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    “we have walked quietly hand in hand
    in the emerald meadows of Telma
    sharing its golden angelfruit
    sweet as our stolen kisses

    we’ve heard the haunting call
    of the coral winged Lellurt
    in Droon’s violet skies
    over teal Darpin Bay


    now fate deems we part
    see this Orb of Light
    it is my true heart
    when I am gone
    it will shine on
    sweet Artheo
    it is my love
    eternally”

    “right now,
    I want to hear
    your soothing voice
    my precious love.”

    “I would give the world
    to hear your voice.”

    I am speaking
    in a tone controlled
    yet laced with longing
    and melancholy

    “I love you my dearest
    but something bad
    is happening now
    here where I am”

    “there’s a chance”
    then I must pause
    collect myself
    to start again

    “there is a chance,
    I may not return
    to you again,
    to our sweet life”

    here my voice quavers
    and then it cracks
    as I try to add,
    “or — to our children.”

    grasping for courage
    I go on

    “if this is
    to be my end
    it falls to you
    to raise them now”

    “please let them see
    they’re loved forever
    protect them well
    and keep them safe”

    it’s now a struggle
    to form the words
    but filled with love
    I press on

    “remember my eggs.
    they are safely stored
    at the Off-World Corp’s
    Reproductive Center.”

    “my surrogate
    has been selected
    she is tested
    and bonded pure”

    “you must see
    our new family born
    Zenus and Rennar — born

    please promise me!”

    choking back
    so many emotions
    I now fight
    to conclude the message

    this is the last
    I will ever send
    to my beloved
    Artheo

    these are the last words
    he’ll hear me speak

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    “these children,
    Zenus and Rennar,
    will be the final connection
    between you and I”

    “remember forever
    they are a part
    of each of us
    my darling one”

    “he and she
    will care for you
    and see you through
    your dimming years.”

    “they will love you
    as you’ll love them
    give them my love
    tell them about me.”

    voice faltering badly
    I rise to finish
    and share with Artheo
    my final words

    “god, oh god,
    how I want you
    here in my arms
    my one true love!”

    with that,
    my heart breaks
    as I stare silently
    into the screen

    teardrops streaming
    down my cheeks

    12 hours later
    the message arrives
    on Artheo’s
    commstation screen

    he is gripped
    by disbelief
    at what he sees
    at what he hears

    consumed by horror
    unable to move
    he stands trembling

    frozen by grief

    as he sees
    my message end
    my image flickers
    and then it fades

    Artheo
    falls to his knees
    without sound
    silent for some time

    then
    with a growing mix
    of fear and sorrow
    on his ashen face

    he throws back his head
    thrusts up his arms
    straight and stiff
    fists clenched in anger

    clenched so tightly
    nails
    cut into palms
    and bring forth blood

    bloodied hands
    whitened knuckles
    stab at the stars

    he keens and moans
    then begins to wail

    the guttural
    heart-rending wail
    of a man bereft
    soul-gored
    devastated

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2008
    (revision © 2019)

    The artwork above is by: Hera, of Stockholm, Sweden

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    Yet

  • inspired by the first day I met my wife in 1987…

     

    Yet

    ~

    had she not appeared in that clearing
    so lost

    had she not crossed my threshold
    on that september day

    had not her voice
    drifted like silk on a summer breeze
    to wrap sheer and sweet
    around my heart

    had not I been drawn
    like a bloom to the morning sun

    had not I been captivated
    as a hummingbird
    by a drop of nectar
    crystal on a velvet petal

    had not my love come down
    soft as a rolling mountain meadow

    had not this dream been born

    had not my life begun again

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2012

  • The Box

    This piece is offered in response to prompt Mag 29 at Magpie Tales,
    and the August 25th prompt at Three Word Wednesday,
    and prompt #18 at Writer’s Island.




    The Box

    …a short story of intrigue…

    •

    “What do you mean Taylor,” Gwen inquired, the strain obvious in her weary voice. “Who exactly is going to confront Dylan… and why?”

    Her voice trailed off to an exasperated whisper. The why was not so much a question, as an exhalation of confused frustration. She seemed to know the answer was much too complicated to address at this hour, and she was too spent, physically and emotionally, to want to hear it.

    Gwen turned away from Taylor, head lowered. Her arms fell limp at her side, fingers splayed. She was trying her best to process what Taylor was saying, to understand him – to understand the recent events that had brought her to this place in time… trying to make sense of anything. Her head was spinning, and she could feel the fatigue deep in her bones.

    She dropped back onto the sofa, half sitting, half lying down – an exhausted slouch. She felt paralyzed, thoughts racing through her mind – fragmented, disconnected thoughts. If only she could clear her head. She was in trouble.
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    Seven Red

    NaPoMo poem-set #28

    This is the twenty eighth day of poems I will write this April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.

    This set of seven haiku were inspired by the read write poem NaPoWriMo prompt #28, “Seeing Red”.

    • NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.

     

    Seven Red

    •

    inquiries of heart
    from summer red lover’s lips
    float like butterflies

    •

    green leaves on blue pond
    float in golden summer sun
    red bird softly sings

    •

    golden sun burns bright
    scorching the red rock canyon
    Sedona summer

    •

    eyes red from crying
    words cannot be taken back
    she will leave today

    •

    a ruby droplet
    the yellow rose bears sharp thorns
    we will share red wine

    •

    path forked this spring morne
    white-tails chose tall trees instead
    redwoods are safety

    •

    spring snow-pack’s melting
    fresh mountain stream tumbles clear
    under red maples

    • • •

    rob kistner © 2009

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    Being Now

    NaPoMo poem #25

    This is the twenty fifth of the poems I will write this April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.

    This was inspired by a prompt at read write poem to write a “how to” about something difficult to do.

    • NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.

     

    Being Now

    •

    step gently through the dream-gate

    take hold the strand continuum

    ride the light that carries you

    to the is, was, the will be

    transcendence moment

    when the all is one

    in the perfection

    of pure being

    here now

    alive

    ∞

    • • •

    rob kistner © 2009

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    Our Dreams

    NaPoMo poem #21

    This is twenty first of the poems I will write this April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.

    This poem is a wedding prayer inspired by the read write poem NaMoWriMo prompt #21, “rite of passage”.

    • NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.

     

    Our Dreams

    (a wedding prayer)

    •

    we place our dreams in our open palms
    so the winds of fortune
    will make them soar

    we bless our dreams with the gift of song
    so their chords are sweet
    and their sound is pure

    we bestow our dreams the wings of faith
    so they lift and carry
    to wisdom’s shore

    we unite our dreams this blessed day
    so love will bind them
    forevermore

    • • •

     

    rob kistner © 2009

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    Spellbound

    NaPoMo poem #20

    This is the twentieth of the poems I will write this April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.

    • NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.

     

    This poem was inspired by the image below entitled “The Bride Wore Red”, by Pareeerica

    Spellbound

    •

    scarlet lady in crimson silk
    a beauty to mesmerize
    sculpted by a master’s hand
    so seductive as to scandalize

    a stare of comely crystal blue
    floats above a ruby pout
    spellbound by her magic eyes
    she holds your soul with no way out

    her tongue tip teases her top lip’s edge
    like a supple paintbrush flowing
    her smile will pierce and hypnotize
    then wrap around you knowing

    you are now her helpless captive
    quite hopelessly addicted
    in the velvet grip of her mystery
    is she an angle or is she wicked

    • • •

    rob kistner © 2009

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    Stir of Love

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    Stir Of Love

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    he has kept it locked for so long
    the horror of that night
    holds the seal tight

    the memory riveted
    securely barring entry
    none can pass

    his bitter resolve
    makes certain none will try

    this is a dark forbidden place
    high-walled
    cold and barren
    unyielding
    lifeless

    a wasteland of the lost
    inhabited by the dead

    the gate grown over
    by a tangle of grief and anger

    any memory
    of a once vital presence
    of a living breath
    of warmth
    of joy
    forever gone

    brutal night has fallen long ago
    that no sun can penetrate

    the blackness soothes him
    he retreats into its depths
    embraces its lightless void
    hiding
    sulking

    shielded from any possibility
    of further pain or remorse
    he is unfeeling
    safely lifeless

    but see
    a shadow
    falls across the threshold

    someone approaches

    a comely being
    warm and alive
    lays gentle siege
    threatening to breach
    his hardened fortress

    but
    this lovely creature
    fair and fragile
    can not possibly gain entrance

    must not

    he will resist
    he must

    this is wrong
    this is trespass

    this is cruel betrayal
    of his lost beloved

    he has no right
    to leave this place of sorrow
    to step into the light

    no right

    but it grows inevitable
    all seems lost
    his stronghold is succumbing
    falling to this delicate advance

    he is vulnerable
    terrified
    but it is useless to resist

    searching with a patient heart
    she has found it
    the key

    grasped in her loving hand
    fingers tenderly enfold it

    gently
    she slides it into the lock
    turning with great care

    he is defenseless
    he feels his heart slowly open

    the long forgotten
    stir of love
    begins to warm his soul


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    ____

     

    rob kistner © 2009

     

    Gone / A Leaf

    NaPoMo poem #17 & #17-A

    This is a pair of poems I offer for the seventeenth day here in April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.

    These two works, though written separately, have revealed themselves to be joined as bookends of emotion — the piercing ache of separation, and the bittersweet tenderness of eternal longing.

    • NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.

     

    Gone

    •

    turning to leave
    you cover the distance
    to the door
    in a few heartbroken steps

    you look back
    I will miss you
    in your eyes

    you hold my gaze
    as if to speak

    nothing is said

    you lower your eyes
    turn your head
    step through the door

    and are gone

    • • •

     

     

    A Leaf

    •

    sitting
    I watch a leaf
    fall from a tree

    forever parted

    the evening light
    settles soft on my face

    my eyes
    fix on the far horizon

    a tear
    warms my cheek

    you have never left my heart

    • • •

     

    both poems by: rob kistner © 2009

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    Otherworldy

    NaPoMo poem #15-A

    This is fifteen-A of the poems I will be writing each day here in April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.

    This is a bit of sci-fi poetry, inspired by a flash fiction fantasy story I wrote a while ago.

    • NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.

     

    Otherworldly

    •

    I’ve watched
    golden Fire Clouds
    hanging in pale green skies
    over the azure seas of Toluras

    heard the haunting call
    of the coral-winged Lellurt
    soaring Droon’s violet skies
    over teal Darpin Bay

    seen the copper leaves
    of Parmus fronds
    flashing from indigo mountains
    in the crystal mists of Gemin

    been seduced by saffron Remmors
    a’swim with siren song
    translucent in the amber waters
    of emerald Topiarus

    I have beheld exquisite beauty
    of otherworldly delight
    but nothing to please my eyes and ears
    as you, here, tonight

    • • •

    rob kistner © 2009

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    The Return

    NaPoMo poem #14

    This is the fourteenth of the poems I will be writing each day here in April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.

    • NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.

     

    The Return

    •

    the ruby’d chains
    sparkled and stretched away
    pulling me along

    as 2 cords
    of diamond bright white
    clustered up from behind
    to nudge me onward

    the precious ribbons
    stranded for miles
    disappearing over the horizons

    the freeway had been dense
    this night
    as I made my way
    from the busy airport
    back to our beloved home
    our sanctuary

    the one we’d found together
    deciding immediately – this was it
    on that crisp spring saturday
    when we were beginning
    to feel we never would

    the home we’d come to cherish

    but finally
    this turn
    down our country lane

    I could make it in my sleep

    so familiar

    I anticipate every bend
    and rise
    every dip

    they are welcome as a friend

    like the sound of my tires
    as they trundle ‘cross
    the narrow wooden bridge
    that fords
    our crystal trout stream
    as it falls
    brisk from mountain snow-pack

    and coming round

    I see the corridor
    of faithful old-growth Doug’s
    stepping back for me
    to nestle the foothills

    inviting my return
    guarding my safe passage

    they sway

    as if to celebrate
    that I am back

    now
    it’s left up our gravel drive

    the pebble and crushed rock
    crunch and clatter in stony rustle
    as I traverse our hill

    then swing onto our concrete carport
    pause
    and key the engine off

    all is silent
    save the tick and popping
    as the engine cools

    this is my favorite moment

    just before I open the door
    to step up
    and approach the house
    to bring myself to you

    this moment of anticipation
    knowing you are waiting

    bathed and fragrant
    warm and soft

    dressed in something that will whisper
    welcome home my love
    I’ve missed you

    then I take you in my arms
    fall into your loving eyes
    pull your willing body close

    to wrap ‘round you
    and drink you in
    intoxicated

    these moments
    melt into sweet love making
    that continues until exhaustion

    we both love
    when I return
    happy ending, stop here…… from a business trip ……stop here, happy ending

    • • •

    tearful ending, read on…… but tonight ……read on, tearful ending
    I do not key the engine off

    I do not reach for the handle

    do not open the door

    I simply
    sit

    you are no longer waiting
    not in quite sometime

    not since you lost your battle brave

    not since I held you
    that final time
    your body still warm and soft

    not since then

    not since then

    now
    my business trips are longer

    my returns
    fewer

    and farther between

    • • •

    rob kistner © 2009

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    Orchid

    NaPoMo poem #13-A

    This is the thirteen-A of the poems I will be writing each day here in April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.

    This poem is inspired by the most beautiful, most sensual, and my most favorite of all the flowers of our planet — the orchid.

    • NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.

     

    Orchid

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    young orchid
    fresh-bloomed

    engorged

    bursting with life’s urgency
    vibrant
    and seductive

    dewy lips
    of supple petal
    lay tender open

    a velvet pistil
    of gentle blush
    is enwrapped
    in a throat of fiery hue

    so exhilarating
    enticing
    as it lilts
    and sways

    a fragrance
    that intoxicates
    wafts
    from sensuous folds

    the lush bouquet
    tantalizes

    eyes embrace
    the vision rare
    as senses stir
    pleasured
    in this heady moment

    captive
    by such vital beauty
    consumed
    one savors slowly

    exquisitely delicious
    this tender bud
    full bloomed

    • • •

    rob kistner © 2009

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    Rapt

    NaPoMo poem #9

    This is the ninth of the poems I will be writing each day here in April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.

    • NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.

    Rapt

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    my footfalls
    drum the root chambers
    of the old growth
    each step
    cushioned by centuries of needle-drop
    in this ancient forest

    enjoying the rise and fall
    twist and turn of the trail
    I amble

    my walking stick is smooth
    clutched comfortably
    in my right hand

    tensions dissipate
    soothed
    by the audible stir of the wind
    in the treetops

    wafting down the western Cascade slopes
    it invigorates

    the steady rhythm of my footsteps
    hypnotize

    rounding a bend in the trail
    brushing through waist-high fern
    I crest a knoll
    and stop

    mesmerized

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

    a presence is tangible

    a breeze enfolds me
    filled with the intoxicating scent
    of living earth

    an addictive bouquet
    of cascade red cedar
    douglas fir
    ponderosa pine
    moss
    bark
    loam
    and ionized mountain air

    my spirit rises
    my being grows weightless
    any sense of self floats away
    lifted into oneness
    wholeness
    bliss

    I’m startled from my reverie

    a young doe
    bounds onto the trail ahead
    stands proud
    pauses in the golden light

    she considers me briefly
    then disappears
    quick as a stolen glance
    quiet as passing time

    darting my eyes
    here then there
    in a vain attempt to follow her
    I catch glimpse of silver-blue
    shimmering
    where massive tree trunks part

    a wind-blow lake appears

    this crisp mountain mirror
    is the reason for my trek
    into this mighty wilderness

    climbing a boulder at trail’s edge
    I sit
    pull my legs under me
    and lean forward
    elbows on knees

    I face lake-ward
    basking in the energy

    I grow very still
    listen
    gaze
    I become this moment
    rapt

    in touch with my soul
    with the eternal
    transcendent
    in paradise

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    rob kistner © 2009

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