Micropoetic positive feedback (& static)

Poets are
positive
feedback
loops
amplifying
endless
streams
of raw
emotion.

I’ve been here
                    before
                         at autumn’s door,
                                      my feet bundled
                                                in steadfast color

You can bet
soil bacteria
are playing with
a full deck
as compost
piles high
in autumn.

Shadowy
      gestalts
         cast across
                 the sidewalk,
             trees leaving
                     brief
                      impressions
                 that stain
  my mind’s eye
 forever.

Leaves
       piled at
            street corners,
                   colorful
             vagrants
            rough
       around
the edges.

We are moths
attracted to the
same bright light,
fireflies burning
inside with a
passion for life.

Calmness
has crept over
my spirit as though
I were a leaf ready
for wherever the
wind takes me,
my fate hangs 
on its every breath.

Even when I’m asleep
someone will tweet in
my stead,
there’s no stopping
this mind trip set at
cyberspace speed.

The distant echo
of a train whistle
howls thru my window,
its engine harmonizes
with each heart beat,
two bodies unified by
darkness.

Follow the 
                trail of ink
                               back to the
                                                first heartbeat

Sleep sweeps dreams
under my skull as if I
were a welcome mat
who’s felt the weight
of the world but has
yet to see an atom.

Stumbling thru
the back alleys of
my brain folds,
gray matter
dead ends
or epiphanies–
in dreams there
is no difference.

The moon
floats aloft
in the sky,
its lunar light
bulb burning
bright thru
the blinds,
craters
scarring
whites
of my eyes.

Words can
win over the head
in retrospect,
but leave the heart
untouched by distance.
Nothing preserves the
purely ephemeral.

Before words emerge
      there is an understanding
                 of unspoken language
                          felt but not written

Outside,
      fog
        hovers
                 low
             its ghostly
                 veil cast
over dead grass,
      the wind
            breathless

Poets are
magicians
pulling words
out under hats
& ribbons of rhymes
from sleeves,
all is mind games &
sleight of tongue.

This double-edged
blade inside
my head,
thoughts
sawing
me
in
half,
where can
I truly be
whole if
our world’s
divided?

My thoughts are absent,
yet I’m consciously aware
of echoing static —
there is no escape
from this mindful state.

Static between my ears,
white noise pacing
cerebral floors,
stairwells of
                 con
                     scious
                              ness
leading to what?

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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10 Responses to Micropoetic positive feedback (& static)

  1. Radhika says:

    Amazing! Lovely! 🙂

  2. Leading to thoughtful…evocative poetry that blooms even more with rereading. )

  3. beverlydyer says:

    A lot to absorb here. Nice.

    • Thank you, Bev! Yep, it’s a collection of my micropoetry from Twitter…I admit it is long-winded & disjointed, but it reflects the positive feedback loop of creation…one random thought leading to the next. I hope you have a wonderful day, my friend! Keep up the amazing job on your paintings…they are truly inspirational 🙂
      Cheers,
      Tyler

  4. I’ve always respected one’s ability to compose beautiful and thought-provoking poetry, such as yours. Your beautiful images, as well, complement your verse.

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