Narble Furt Lives

Judgment

Posted on April 19, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Judgment follows observation.
I wish it were not so;
an ancient directive to
protect the body, to evaluate
threat, a hard-wired alarm.
The mind rides along.

Sometimes, the mind convinces
the body to do something crazy,
something to flood the dichotomy,
focus and emotion, a chemical wash,
euphoric exhilaration.
Judgment fails.

I met a man who looked different than me;
I watched mind and body rise to judge.
My heart stepped in, convincing
the mind to convince the body.
Judgment suspended.

It is dangerous ground
but the heart knows.

wolf_stare

(wolf from shadow-wolf-princess.deviantart.com; hands from ciwaliteracy.wikispaces.com)

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Haiku–Good Men Gone

Posted on April 18, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Good men gone away:
one a friend, one an icon.
I am lesser now.

But I am also
fuller from their influence
and their example.

Marquez

(Gabo from januarymagazine.com; bench from coastalliving.com)

Posted in end-of-life, Haiku, Oregon, Poem, Writing | Tagged Oregon coast, writers, writing | 2 Comments

So Far, So Good

Posted on April 15, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Who knows what will happen in sleep?
I assume I will awaken
when the light is just so.
So far, so good.

Nordic-Sweden-5

(both images from miriadna.com)

Posted in Consciousness, Poem | Tagged brain, humor, nature, sleep | 2 Comments

Haiki–Topped Golf Bird

Posted on April 14, 2014 by Jim Stewart

White-tailed Junco flies
low, a worm-burner golf shot;
my old truck chuckles.

(sitting: birds-of-north-america.net; flying: flickr.com)

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I want to write a poem today.
It need not be art,
it just needs to be.
I want to write a poem every day
with a deep abiding want,
but allowing this desire
will bring only more wanting,
not poems. They will sneak past as if
I’m not even here.
I will hear them: a distant train
on a moonlit night, whistling in the dark.

TLTNPM

(in order of sequence: feministing.com, jogjis.com, charlesghigna.blogspot.com)

Posted in Consciousness, Poem, Writing | Tagged desire, life, poetry, writing | 2 Comments

Haiku–The Heart of My Matter

Posted on April 9, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Music spins from me;
my tears, my laughter are one.
Sometimes, I’m singing.

(guitar from fineartamerica.com; books from pitchfork.com; bottom: live at the Relief Pitcher)

Posted in Haiku, Music, Poem | Tagged magic, Oregon coast, performing, writers | 4 Comments

Parts

Posted on April 8, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Admiring a woman’s parts:
curve of derriere,
swell of breast,
turn of legs,
smooth of back,
arch of neck,
all clichés in a greater whole.
When I am lost in cliché, my shrug
says I’m hard-wired to look. It’s admiration,
I say, not a demeaning dissection,
not a collection of stand-alone things,
icons of lust where boys want to be men
and men want to be boys.
I ask myself:
what is my favorite part?
Chemistry separates mind and body,
a parade begins;
images flash until a face forms,
a face of no one,
an oval proffering illusions of symmetry.
The nose blurs and lips hint
a predilection to smile.
The eyes. Pull.
Colored irises articulate black pools,
pupils miraculously gather light,
the light that I am. I look into an
uncharted deep from a vestibule at the front door,
where out looks another human being.
That is my favorite part.
The rest of her is just that.