Mark's Notebook

A River of Stones, Day 5 – Still

Mark — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 21:32:00 +0000

The harmony of the window

Air conditioner, rack of computer

equipment and fluorescent lamps

sings of statis

A River of Stones, Day 4

Mark — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:57:35 +0000

Bright sun.
Winter break.
Chill wind.
Students gone.
Too quiet.

A River of Stones, Day 3

Mark — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 15:20:00 +0000

Hearing the familiar song on the radio

was like a warm embrace from an old friend.

A River of Stones, Day 2

Mark — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 17:22:32 +0000

The infant boy at the next table,
Puts the paper hat in his hands
Into his laughing mouth.

A River of Stones, Day One

Mark — Sun, 01 Jan 2012 14:43:29 +0000

Late in the evening
Low clouds and a busy wind
2011 departs, leaving
a change in weather behind.

Moving!

Mark — Wed, 15 Jul 2009 01:35:48 +0000

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Get Your Poem On #82

Mark — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 13:53:43 +0000

Little Man Gone

In the dust of my memory
are footprints

A small man with a booming voice
left them there

His favorite name for me
was “Idjit”

It fit

He never muttered or whispered
Did the Little Man
and You never heard him.

But I did

“Idjit”
Thundering in my skull
Deafening from the inside

I hear echoes now and then
I smile

One afternoon, some time ago
It was sunny and warm
The bird song was clear
The chatter of chipmunks
was more than audible

He was gone

My Little Man

In the dust of my memory
His shadow lingers in the footprints

I miss him
And hope he never returns.

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Mark — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 16:33:05 +0000

Transparent Ground

In the gloom, a shudder
Cold as a witches kiss
Forces me to kneel on
The frozen turf

I search the ground for you
I probe in the ground
 through the ground
Under the piece of other ground
 that marks your place.

Frozen tracings of engraved
Letters, words, numbers
All and nothing
 Left of you

I stare until all is gone
A transparent view of
 what was
what is

 what never will be

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Decay

Mark — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 13:43:28 +0000

There was a time
When there was a
"Cling, Cling, Cling"
sound from these relics.

And a bustling from
The departed bays and
Boys on bikes hanging
around, watching the day
Go by at 76.9 cents a gallon.

Those days, like many others
have faded away, leaving rusted
hulks to remain instead.

read write image #17 (now known as read write prompt #81)

Mark — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 13:19:27 +0000

Cracked Lens

Contemplating you
Your visage I consider
To view you as you
Consider yourself
is my goal

This task, I cannot
Accomplish for where
I see glory and radiance
You, only tatters and
the bizarre.

A shame, that…

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From the photo prompt at ReadWritePoem