JF Mingione: writings

Friday, December 9, 2011

DESTINATIONS BY OSMOSIS

It’s not that the events of the world are still revolving around me But must Time have a purpose? To be where I was But not where, exactly I am now? Odd, this change To arrive at this clearing When all it took was to loose A few brain cells While Time becomes itself Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Hidden Fruit, Wild Restraint, & Public Secret #1

Oh, the joy of it! Cymbals banging their toes together in rarified air So The doors open The corridor, dark the heart palpitates anticipating the unexpected Wild restraint and kabuki fears Yes, Yes! this unspoken osmosis into carnal being The sea opens its doors in all its rapture only to receed to... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

THE WONDER OF WANDERING

Wandering is something we do Without the need for destination Like throwing the sponge back Into the sink after the chores are done And Pavlov, my dog,still looking up at me As if we’re going to have a finale “Sorry, kid. But quiet time doesn’t need An announcement.“ So where am I and where am I... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

THE OTHER SIDE OF A THOUGHT

I had a wonderful thought yesterday But I can’t remember what it was Because I didn’t write it down All I remember is the sensation Of how the shoe of an idea seemed to fit An image without a lansscape But even if I had written it down And read it today I don’t think I would understand it Because... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

OF POSTCARDS AND VACATIONS

So I went on a vacation to send myself some postcards because I got tired of sending myself emails that I rarely read, and I wanted a new experience in penmanship and see if I could still do handwriting that I could read… (hey, you never know when you might have to place a note in a bottle). So I... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

THE OTHER SIDE OF PRAYER

1) Oh, Life Must I resound in this silent chord, The singleness of an ending to all my beginnings? Measured to be sure The frailty of a reality Shimmering beyond the shore And to grasp this incompletion If only through a space of All I gained, and what I lost Or if thru the eye of a needle I could... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Shipping Out

My thoughts are racing again because I don't have a hat to hang them on Not that things should be what they are not if only because they've been here already Not that I missed anything when the train rolls out of the station Hold on, Hold on! while the situation changes and I hug, once again all... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 12, 2011

CONTROLING THE WEATHER TO SPITE MY FACE

I only mowed my lawn last weekend And just because we had a little rain It comes back with a vengeance This is like shaving because once you start it it keeps coming back thicker But I’m no dummy I can put 2 principles together That’s why I’ll be discarding my razor And stop watering my face And... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

New communal poem. Want to join in?

Rules: 1-4 lines only. (It would be interesting see how a 1 or 2 liner might change the outer prospectus into a game-changer). So, let's begin: Purpose and system brandishing air as if ion were no dot They made a big thing over the turn of a century because it only happens every hundred years Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

If I could love again, would I smell my socks?

If I could love again would I smell my socks? or pat my face with fragrent delight while my mirror tells me "I'm alright, if only I beleive in my inner light" But don't mind me if I'm a bit confused How do you shine these new-fangled shoes? So a skip of needle is just a worn grove That's why I keep... Sign in to see full entry.

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