Sunday, February 27, 2011

Naked Molting

author’s note:

When I first started down this road, at the age of nineteen...

...I knew I wanted to express something.

But I did not know what that something was.

I've spent the intervening years trying to find out.


Feelings have wings
that stuff my throat
with too much bird.

To keep from choking
I spit a mound of feathers out
onto the porch--

crude, yes
but from my naked molting
comes the headdress.

© 2011, Michael R. Patton
I'm one of a 100

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Sunday, February 20, 2011

Growing Motions

author's note:

“I learn by going where I have to go.”
          --  Theodore Roethke


Though my hunger may lead me
through a gypsy dance...

whirls of cloud
swirling in the rush
of a screaming violin wind
describe a reality
that only appears

These locomotions
remain with me
though the energy may seem to be
flung away
by the centrifugal force.

When I stop
long enough to listen...
what exists at the core
tells me nothing is lost--

what exists at the core
sits still
still smiles
even when I’m spiraling down
through an abyss--

still smiles, knowing
how my ambulations
always grow me--
no matter where I go.

© 2011, Michael R. Patton
audacious audio

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Wednesday, February 16, 2011


author's note:

Yes, here we are.  So, what're we going to do about it?


Every morning
the cloud
sets me free--

to be
a drop
of rain
that crawls into
the soil

to feed itself
at the same time
silently replenishing
this Earth.

© 2011, Michael R. Patton
rough audio

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