Professions

Contemporary

some youth are wary

of the claims of

 professions out there..

these seem to wrap

handcuff and chain..

a desperate need

for gifted tutelage 

to locate precious

solitude..

knowing then that

each profession's byways

spring from this

place...

Influences

On shoulders standing

they say..

some shoulders are

quite unknown..

these are roots

for our branches..

beginnings and ends..

and science now says

fractal iterations..

but then 

two more claims:

there are neither

roots nor branches

and only one...

Transparent

When she arrives

in a city

where she is

altogether unknown..

a delicious treat

her light lightens

a joyful while..

but soon a 

connection

her light thickens

rebirth...

Dots

when connected

a story forms..

in the connecting

a certain glimpse

a spark divine..

illusive it is and

without notice the

 dots grow dark

becoming shells..

we are wrapped

once more..

we hunger then

for new connecting

 another glimpse..

with discoveries of

new dots and stories
hopefully we know

the life of a dot

is sweet and short..

but the connecting

is always sweet...

responding to Mae's
poem "cocooned"
on Hello Poetry

Assortment

A haiku flash

this new toy at ready

dullness shatters...

Moment of violence

suddenness in tranquil field

deeper field prevails...

Unusual fog today

reminder of sameness in all

 differences jump...

Sublime distant Peak

parking lot autos..light poles

constrictions disappoint...

Evening news

connects screaming dots

so few dots...

Mountains and Prairies

Prairie wide angle

skydome over vast flatness 

top down...

Mountain peaks reach

interrupt skydome with thrust

bottom up...

Mountains and Prairies

teach crucial lessons

interlaced perspectives...

cocooned

cocooned within my fantasy

twisting floating feeling free

believing stories I've been told

this mortal wrapping now grows old

gratitudes and platitudes

now fall away a fruitless play

for ruthless truth

I've now a hunger

reveal the essence

shatter cover

consciousness grows not from mind

but deep my source my spark divine

poem by Mae

published on Hello Poetry

(my photo)