Brilliant Madness (revisited)

I live in a state

Of brilliant madness

I teeter on the apex

Of a jagged mountain

Balanced atop a skateboard

Precarious

Paradigm Shift

They say it’s a solid but snowflakes melt in our hands
They say it’s abstract but hope embodies a face we can see
If gravity is really an immutable law, then how do ideas
rain up toward creative connections?

Let’s not be too clever to never unlearn
knowledge currently grounded as fact.

Charleston Farmhouse

Spent an afternoon at Charleston
Bloomsbury evidential there
with paintings on the furniture
and wonder everywhere

Freedom’s Grasp

Muse Misery and Ecstasy

Muses can often be

The most horrible teases

Before finally sharing

Something that pleases!

–Russ Towne

© Copyright 2016 Russ Towne

All Rights Reserved

Life in words

I like writing poems
I write one every day
‘Cos there’s lots in life to write about
and it’s nice to have a say
I’ll write about the sunshine
and I’ll write about the sea
I’ll write about ‘most anything
and sometimes simply me

The poet and some troublesome words

As a candle burned into the night
the poet played a game
Chasing words that tried to hide
behind the flickering flame

But however hard the poet tried
he could not catch but one
The words were quick to disappear
as they were having fun

Puddle of words

Puddle-like upon the page
my words would not conform
But when I mixed them up a bit
they started to take form

I jumped in there and made a splash
the words went everywhere
then puddle-like they came right back
and gave me form to share

Bond of words

Though similar paths each day I tread
there is always inspiration
in the things I see around me
to encourage recitation

But in case of memory lapses
my little notebook always carried
allows me to capture what I see
so that sights to words are married

Pocket of sunshine

I have a pocket of sunshine
to soak up the last rays
As they leave my garden
at the end of fine days
And in the chair I have here
I’ll sit quietly and write
With the joys of my garden
Close by in plain sight

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Blue over red,
Natural way it should be,
Sky over fire
Reflected down
To the table.

Slice of Life

A poet’s life is never dull
for there is always stuff around
to capture inspiration
and write a few words down
It might be quite innocuous
that others rarely see
But captured in some lines of verse
Provides a remedy

Good times

Wind is up and cooling
But it’s lovely in the sun
as I sit here on the wall and write
now my day is done

Ambition

Yesterday as I waited
in a hotel’s busy lobby
writing a new poem which
’til now has been a hobby
A thought occurred and took good form
as a proactive pre-condition
to publish a collection
as has long been my ambition

The Nonsense Song

Look at these jelly fish
Pumping in my head
Look at the splattered wish
Spilling off this bread

A Creative Mind

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Interesting things II

I often search along the shoreline
where the tidemark’s clear and good
for interesting shells and stones
or bits of sea-washed wood

Elusive Self

Also published on 1000 words

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Words defuse
Skittering away,
Grasping
Trying to string
A coherent thought,
To create
A poetic glimpse
Inside

Tick Tock

Sat quiet in a still, small hour
“Tick tock” the silence said
My pen it scribbled frantically
My words to sentence led

Odes to You

An ache in my heart,
A spark in my head,
Fingers on the keyboard,
Until enough’s said

A Child’s Curiosity

As a drop of sharp stone
By gravity’s humble weight
On one stolid mirror

Ask…Why Not?

The moment of humor
In asking
Why not?
We can be anything

Too Long

It had been too long
Too long since I let it out, let it drain, let it move
Digitized, quantized, cold and calculating
Took up the charcoal
Brought it to page

Haiku: Color of Death

Green thoughts burnt, scarred, turned
Flame of red hot emotion
Human life dark, blue

Positive Shades of Silence

In your silence I get solace
A sense of acceptance
From troubles I face
Meaning I find in your stance

In your silence I feel happy
An understanding of need
In this world’s cruelty
Only you care for my deed

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Shown then
Removed,
A teasing splinter
Deep in my mind,
Facets revealed
Interest peaks ever higher,
At what point
Do daedalus’s wings
Burn

The Artist

We hold tight to our Art

as if these pieces of ourselves

are peeled from our very flesh.

Scabs of memories,creation,relation and death,

rebirth-

What is it worth?

To ourselves? Others? The greater good?

It holds intrinsic value,or should.

Does an other’s gaze give it, or ourselves validity?