Authorz: Ben Gieske

“And someone entered death with his eyes open.” – A. PIZARNIK Walking the streets looking for someone Someone not afraid to enter death Who strives…

Mama holding baby singing a song the canary too late snowy night at the bus stop my shoes turn white unsolicited ants collecting in the…

So This Is Love Oh Sing, Sweet Nightingale Never Felt This Way Eres Tu/Touch The Wind Take My Breath Away There’s A Place Almost Paradise…

for Donna L. Thiel +1961 She walked under the oak tree, crunching its acorns beneath her feet, never to grow into a giant oak, leaving…

              rapids rapidingrapidingrapiding           waterfalls waterfallfallfallfalling      ^^ ^^ ^ ^^^ ^^ ^^ ^^^ ^^ ^ ^^^^

Part One Brewing below the surface of one young boy’s imagination Reality took on the mind of his own creation Each event shadowing the meaning…

early spring so many robins worrying the worms with every robin day too sounds with color autumn leaves dropping goodbyes to summer shade scooping up…

sits calmly wizen & aged knows the seasons knows the comings & goings     of many trekkers         along the footed path knows when to be quiet…

Each morning I take a lonely stroll in the woods. Enter the romantic reverence of the woods. An avian symphony grace me company. En plein…

(painting by Jan Vermeer, c. 1663) There standing in morning’s motionless light, an open window messaging loving words penned afar on the wall map, shadows…

each day you startle me stalking me across the skies only to deliver me up to the lonely night The summer of 2008 was very…

Morning Has Broken – I wake to another day Pull up the body like an ungreased wheel creaking, Now how to spend the day I…

listen to winter all loneliness and chill don’t wait whispering snow gently touch your blanket here little bird singing its heart larger than the world…

                   she        wearing the moon        of night’s melodies                   they            sipping wine       tasting its whisperings                 together         in Eden’s labyrinth searching refrains in the dark

I pass the weeping willow, wondering for whom it cries. Could it be for all God’s children falling like stars in the sky? I hear…

Quel chat es-tu? meow, I’m blue Oh, to feel Paris again stroll the Seine with glee again walk with Venus a mile or so Mona…

          ((WE SHARE))               happiness?                joyjoyjoy        here! and there!   contentment/containment         looking both ways                  ( )              )    (

                                  We all are                         waves in the ocean of                   creation undulating freely and              independently back and forth in time         and in space on  the  ever-flowing tides…

ram on the mountain the hills still echo with your massive battle horns

cold winter morning manure pile freshly brewing around the campfire embers in glowing hearts another round of songs