John Browning Poetry Blog
during which I post poems and matter about poems whether it matters or not
Thursday, April 6, 2023
Saturday, January 21, 2023
Cosmos
blue bowl on white-wood windowsill holding the sky
hemisphering an ocean
below as elbow-leant head-held
chin-upward I think you
are here, blue eyes each day
sealing a cosmos before
me in a beautiful swirled bowl
my world left empty, a
potential you to fill my portal
on the world where below
bright cosmos blow sunny
ever after where my eyes
follow the walkway into
the wider, wilder world
beyond
Monday, January 9, 2023
Today's Poem is "Sonnet 259 – Special Edition Cheese WaffiesTM"
Sonnet 259 – Special Edition Cheese WaffiesTM
He eyes the label: Guru
Product Line 5
Confection of deep, pressurized selections
specially wrought for Cheese
Waffie TM’s Nth Year
These Cheese WaffiesTM
are denser than others
says snacking Elmore to no one in
particular
in a tooth-digging act of dental
torsion
that only with sharp traction
might he bite,
chomp through corrugated crusty layers
into intense neo-faux cheese
filling
a tight, compact waffle with cheese-ish
spread
A denser chow he cannot imagine
in this or any year no better snack
Elmore draws one from the special
edition bag
and for a moment knows pure victual
bliss
Monday, December 12, 2022
Ambassador of the Sun
Ambassador of the Sun
An essential comedy is
all extremities
rocks, streams and forests
in our absence free
In imagination’s death
Earth will prosper
elixirs and bitter tastes
unmeasured near and far
Liberty unaccounted
Thursday, December 8, 2022
Firing Squad
Firing Squad
Firing squad 1 set up to shoot prisoners
Firing squad 2 set up behind them
and squad 3 behind them
Fire 1! Fire 2! Fire 3! shouted the
Komisar
Then squad 3 was set into a circle and fired again.
Everyone was dead and bull-dozed into a big hole.
Let this be a lesson, said the Komisar to no one.
Friday, December 2, 2022
today's poem is "out of jail"
out of jail
on July 4
sky above
birds on wing
feet above the ground
I feel like flying
and I'm alive
but I drop
to one knee
to cry
where do I go
and what
do I do
now
I want to see a river flow
hear soft wind in the trees
feel sunshine
and fly away
far, far away
to glory
Thursday, December 1, 2022
Two Imaginary Lawn Chairs in Chianti
Two
Imaginary Lawn Chairs in Chianti
Tuscan
grass darkens around us
-any sunset minus a
confluence of phenomena
is only so glorious
a setting may be
renaissance perspective perfect
sky Sistine Blue, genius
rainbow colors freshly mixed
and all the world’s glory
doesn’t matter
as I take your hand
and see into the promised
land of your twilight eyes
gilded ages are resolved to dusty beauty like postcards Chianti wines open pandoralike to mix with sky
they pour single notes,
mix with your voice
and nameless colors
elongate - infinite, articulate
time stops, time starts,
time forgets -
throw away your scorecard
of indifference
and rate the
sunshine
faraway blooming over
rolled Etruscan hills
in the
movement of subtle sensation
nothing but hills of
fading light soon and
without you I lean
dreamless, foreign, dimmed
shoulder to a crumbling
wall
where leaves fall