Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Two Tracks

A morning philosophical conversation
approached the hard euthanasia question..
A saddened room as several with tears
recounted their special tragedies..
their own close life endings..
Other reflections revolved around
considerations of laws and rights..
troubled preferences for dark 
decisions made now...

An afternoon wildfire with exploding fury
a sudden jump of canyon walls
raged into a city surprised..
Mass evacuations.. decisions right now..
demands of how to choose life..
Still many transfixed by the terrible beauty..
 orange..billowing.. burning.. chaos...

Assessments reach both forward and back..
questions of rehearsals for future nows..
inadequacies of many decisions past..
Somehow in our heat today.. a continuing
blaze not yet contained..
new urgent plea..
to experience life's beauty and
constricting pain.. already enclosed
in an expectant now...

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Prodigal Seasons

by charles coon
A home
un-bounded love.. and light
with growing
dark hidden fissures
from stabbing inquiries..
each day's exhortation
to depart and exhale..
fierce need to locate
the source of his
heart's agitation...

Inheritance pleaded and won
exceedingly more than
the packet he carried..
exaltation.. expanding.. exhaling
a journey begun with
destination promising the
solutions he sought...

Arrival unease..inquiries
begin to unfold..
gathering clouds.. dark
shadings of fear and doubt..
questions persisting once more
desparate need.. to inhale..

At last recalling inherited light
remembering.. immediately
he knew..
a season now ending
his identity now clear
confidence leaping.. inhaling
electricity flowing

A welcoming light
celebration and feasting
soon shaded by
a brother's irritation..
sharp glances absorbed
with joyful glow..
he recognized an echo
of recent ventures below..
brother's birthing pains
a gift
of precious in-sight...

New departure now pending
spring's budding and fragrance
life breathes with seasons
inherited light
zestful.. exhaling
new creation.. calling
from those places

Sunday, June 24, 2012


 by charles coon

in colorado
central blazes and
extending fingers..
manitou and other
shelters filling
animals retreating
smoke billowing 
community responding
air and ground resistance 
order and chaos
finding each other..
a summer burden
dry mountains
waldo canyon 
nine fires now
perfect fire storm
pray for rain...

Friday, June 22, 2012

a fractal poem

recent recognition of
surprising butterfly
wings with influence
both near and far..
science’s magic
a poem might share
finds joy and strength
a freedom flight…

a poem as bone
a spinal light
iterates downward
then loops back..
4 words
3 words
2 words
one word trembles with
finds its home
on the spine alone..

a punctuation  /
introduced above
our fraction slash
a new poetic linkage
a vision evolves
our fractured world..
a special invitation this /
new awareness
finds dimensional paths…

poem’s spinal light
curves and colors
on many scales..
two names with slash
an eternal dance..

poem’s garment
she must stand right here /
absorb this darkness
become this pain..
locates at last
the waiting bone
spinal light connects
once more and
once more…

our butterfly/wings
even now returns
freedom flight arrives
a prayer
   a poem…

Saturday, June 16, 2012

the perfect picture

by charles coon
a family album
perhaps especially
or happenstance discovery..
breathless vistas
seashore places
evening laughter gatherings
stark recognitions not
precision abiding..

and then
sudden emergences from
habitual viewing torn
prompting new explorations
awakening patterns unseen..
iceberg revelations
now realizing our settling
deceptions and unexpected
other slices
parabolic mysteries
left and right..
perfect picture now..?

Wednesday, June 13, 2012



by charles coon
an assembly or
better named
a clump
of multifarious flotsam
presenting its untidy self
on a recent passing

a hesitating photo records
a drifting pinecone
centering a stained
and shredding newspaper
a broken sharp stick
red rocks of scales and shadings
flecking dried green leaves..

order imposed by
framing and shaping of
the sidewalk corner..
might other forms emerge
with a focused patience?

a partial headline reads
...sound without the wires..
news of expanding connections
outside a material realm?
headline seemed embedded
in thick advertising bulk
announcing a continuing
culture of material weight..
much else of red and green..

the centering pinecone
occasional pineal symbol of
higher dimension entry..
somehow rightly here
in the dark center
of this mess

this a brief experiment
not yet for most an answer
a question now of mining
finding patterned varieties
in large nature's trove..
patient visions residing in
gathered fragments
if gathered they be..
expectations of more
in what persists
of this and that in
time...  :)

Sunday, June 10, 2012


golden setting sun
converging telephone wires
point to golden end
and gathering darkness
unnoticed small bird
high on pole
a sole witness
tech and nature

Thursday, June 7, 2012


by charles coon
watch the starlings
their collective dance..
each bird deciding for the all
each on the edge of
chaos and fall..
local decisions on moving
coupling a mysterious
non-local intuition..
all spurring our wonder
our disbelief

are we forced to consider
our analogous place
each one of us poised
on a delicate line..
each needing to master
a courage to reach
transform near fear
take that one step our own
trust knowing all steps..
holographic truth at last
each differing step
new wholeness and light

watch the starlings
once more..
locate where you now stand
my edge in my time
absorb the starling's miracle
murmuring our own

Sunday, June 3, 2012


Two antagonists
joined and evolving...
prevailing scarcity
far rarer abundance
a forked pattern
through millennial time

new century
visions holistic...
technology sightings
viewing through lenses
wholeness appearing in parts...
promises of science
now simply profound

clear water and plenty
hungry billions soon fed
innovations cropping from
the boisterous crowd...
standing robots astute
heavy labor performed...
global nervous system
growing and formed
by the web...
residue and waste becoming
power transformed...
optimism breaking long
history's confines

large and looming give pause...
the antagonists mentioned
are they soon to transform?
abundance and scarcity
new parents
new consciousness birthing...
awareness with awe
in one simple moment?

ancient spiritual light
is it now flowing
holographic vessels to fill?
what might the
newborn be named?
should she simply
be called... Enough?

this name also naming
a bright center glow...
daughter scarcity now
absorbed and lining
her abundant light...
new strength
new vision
a new fork
in our road?

Friday, June 1, 2012

if you move carefully
through the forest
like the ones
in the old stories
who could cross
a shimmering bed of dry leaves
without a sound,
you come
to a place
whose only task
is to trouble you
with tiny
but frightening requests
conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.
Requests to stop what
you are doing right now,
to stop what you
are becoming
while you do it,
that can make
or unmake
a life,
that have patiently
waited for you,
that have no right
to go away.
~ David Whyte ~