Summer Storms [Haiku]

Summer beach day;
 swollen clouds slog nearer:
  mass exodus.

Berry Game Theory [Haiku]

summer berries:
 to pick or let ripen?
  what will birds do?

The Abyss [Free Verse]

Nietzsche said:

“And if thou gaze long
   into an abyss,
  the abyss will also
    gaze into thee.”


I must admit
   the first several times
    that I read this quote,
  I couldn’t tell if it was wise,
    or just had the patina of
     wisdom that comes from 
     parallel sentence structure.

Crisscrossing subject and object
    lends a ring of sagacity.

“If you can’t take 
    Mohammad to the mountain,
  the mountain must come to
    Mohammad.”


“Ask not what your country 
    can do for you,
  but what you can do 
     for your country.”


“If you can’t get the carrots 
    out of the refrigerator,
  get the refrigerator 
     out of the carrots.”


Yes, that last one is nonsense, 
    but it’s not nonsense like:

“The banana pirouetted fuchsia
     all over the underside of
      an A-sharp chord.”

The carrot quote probably took
     your mind some time —
      if only milliseconds —
       to relegate to the
        trash heap. 

That’s why this sentence structure 
     is beloved by godmen &
      politicians: because you can 
       sound wise even if you’re 
       kind of an idiot.

So, I was ready to classify Nietzsche’s 
     quote pseudo-wisdom when I realized 
      that my smartphone was the Abyss, 
       and it was certainly staring back at me.

  It stared through all the data collection &
     neuroscientific and psychological
      research designed to keep 
       a person scrolling.

Maybe Nietzsche was on to something
    that even he didn't fully understand. 

PROMPT: Romantic [Or, romantic]

Daily writing prompt
What’s your definition of romantic?

Depends on the context. If I’m thinking about poetry or philosophy (which I often am,) then it pertains to the early nineteenth century movement that counterpoised the Enlightenment. Those “Romantics” disliked what they saw as the cold rationality of Enlightenment thinking; they valued spiritual and mystical experiences, and they believed it was important to not throw out the spiritual “baby” with the bathwater. That is, like many Enlightenment thinkers, they realized that it was necessary to jettison many of religion’s noxious ideas (e.g. the concept of “chosen people”) and also realized that mindlessly following moral dictates that may or may not have made sense in the pre-Christian Levant could be detrimental to their present-day life experience. However, unlike most Enlightenment thinkers, they did find value in spiritual views of the world as well as in the pursuit of mystical experiences. William Blake (even though he is often labeled pre-Romantic) provides an excellent example. His poems are spiritual to the core, and yet explicitly reject a lot of the moralizing and toxic aspects of conventional religion.

Of course, that variety of “Romantic” is usually given a big-R, and so I suspect the question is after a more colloquial definition. With that in mind, I believe “romantic” means “that which facilitates the unity of two (or more, I don’t judge) people in an immersive intimate experience of each other during a common period of time.” I’m not big on trappings. I think people obsess over trappings because it allows them to slack on the physical / cognitive demands of being fully engaged. This is why sex (done well) is such a great tool both for relationship building and for personal development. It makes it relatively easy (i.e. rewarding) to stay fully engaged in a common experience and in the moment, and to not fall into the attentional abyss.

Farmland, Unchecked [Free Verse]

From a hilltop,
   farmland stretches
    to the horizon:
 
parceled into rectangles
   of brown, beige, and oh 
    so many shades of green.

It must be the tropics,
    for ripe grain to 
     coexist with verdant
      & fallow patches.

So different from the farmland
    of my youth
     where all the rectangles 
      were one of two colors -
      because everyone had to
      pack into the same tight
      growing season. 

Personal Jesus [Senryū]

a plump heron
walks on lily pads: my own
Personal Jesus.

Passiflora [Free Verse]

Passiflora looks like
 space-age technology.

it seems like it should
  pick up signals from
  the far reaches of space...

but I doubt it does.

Honey Bee [Haiku]

honey bee at work
 on flowers still dripping 
   from Spring showers.

Beach Sleep [Sonnet]

The evening winds are blowing out to sea,
     and carry away all the woes of day.
 You see the sway up in the waving trees
      that give a sendoff to what's blown away.

The sea grows dark, and darkness envelops.
     And sandy scents and fishy scents blossom.
 And sounds of crashing waves seem to swell up,
      as vision decides it will play possum.

Then stars - in veins - do shimmer between clouds,
     the clouds one cannot see but can induce.
 Now free from both the light and noise of crowds,
      and all the human chaos and abuse.

Midst drifting shapes my mind is lulled to peace,
 then all that is - both sea and wind - does cease...