words and metaphors
are but clothing
that covers
the naked truth of
essence
Monday, June 12, 2006
Saturday, June 10, 2006
tesseract
by Karyn Huntting Peters
if your eyes are now four-dimensional cubes,
you are overtessereacting.
watch that you don't hyperextend yourself.
keep sight of the future first and fourthmost.
if your eyes are now four-dimensional cubes,
you are overtessereacting.
watch that you don't hyperextend yourself.
keep sight of the future first and fourthmost.
Monday, June 05, 2006
die hard
by Karyn Huntting Peters
word hard, play hard
hurt forever, cry hard
dream hard, risk hard
love forever, die hard
word hard, play hard
hurt forever, cry hard
dream hard, risk hard
love forever, die hard
to you
by Karyn Huntting Peters
to you
who kindly smirk as my tears stream onto the
phone and say sorry i will offer no comfort in this hour,
i answer with a simple fine and shake my head…
to you
who feel i should not have cared and say
i asked for it, that i asked for this pain, i say that’s
not very kind while i look blankly out the window…
to you
who answer my admission of hurt, my saying that i
so much need to hear a friendly voice in this moment,
and the telltale sound of a woman’s crying, with a
monotone i-don’t-feel-like-talking-anymore,
i say and all these years i thought we were really friends…
and to you
who must have heard the sound of tears falling
hundreds of miles away as you hung up the receiver,
i say if this is grace,
grace me no more.
to you
who kindly smirk as my tears stream onto the
phone and say sorry i will offer no comfort in this hour,
i answer with a simple fine and shake my head…
to you
who feel i should not have cared and say
i asked for it, that i asked for this pain, i say that’s
not very kind while i look blankly out the window…
to you
who answer my admission of hurt, my saying that i
so much need to hear a friendly voice in this moment,
and the telltale sound of a woman’s crying, with a
monotone i-don’t-feel-like-talking-anymore,
i say and all these years i thought we were really friends…
and to you
who must have heard the sound of tears falling
hundreds of miles away as you hung up the receiver,
i say if this is grace,
grace me no more.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
land bridge
by Karyn Huntting Peters
Stormy seas passed
waters calm
waves lapping on distant shores
stopping in an instant
time holding still
seas dividing.
The bridge opens
for a moment
in timespace.
Forever meets now.
The moment passes
yet as the seas crash
together again
forever remains.
And we have crossed over
apart from earth and sea
now in a universe
where time is primitive
and all is one.
Stormy seas passed
waters calm
waves lapping on distant shores
stopping in an instant
time holding still
seas dividing.
The bridge opens
for a moment
in timespace.
Forever meets now.
The moment passes
yet as the seas crash
together again
forever remains.
And we have crossed over
apart from earth and sea
now in a universe
where time is primitive
and all is one.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
aristophanes
by Karyn Huntting Peters
Plato and the others
listened as Aristophanes spoke
of the original form of man
and told of how he had angered the gods
Spake wise Aristophanes,
this is the reason
man was split asunder into his halves
forever in search of the rest of himself
longing eternal to find his completion
and entwine himself with it
in a sacred joining of parts
wandering the earth in search of
what we once found together
so many lifetimes ago.
Plato and the others
listened as Aristophanes spoke
of the original form of man
and told of how he had angered the gods
Spake wise Aristophanes,
this is the reason
man was split asunder into his halves
forever in search of the rest of himself
longing eternal to find his completion
and entwine himself with it
in a sacred joining of parts
wandering the earth in search of
what we once found together
so many lifetimes ago.
having become 244
by Karyn Huntting Peters
such large and jumbled seeming atom
nucleus filled and appearing haphazard
electrons orbiting many and fiercely
nearly obscuring even the view of the center
yet peering inside i see it
and know its protons and neutrons
feel its particles of all types and their reasons
and know what element its identity
to see its essence to see my own, my electrons
having found some place in its seventh level and more
penetrable shells past the other's boundaries
some natural affinity having bound
such large and jumbled seeming atom
nucleus filled and appearing haphazard
electrons orbiting many and fiercely
nearly obscuring even the view of the center
yet peering inside i see it
and know its protons and neutrons
feel its particles of all types and their reasons
and know what element its identity
to see its essence to see my own, my electrons
having found some place in its seventh level and more
penetrable shells past the other's boundaries
some natural affinity having bound
listen with thy heart
by Karyn Huntting Peters
If it were but so
that thou Romeo
shouldst be so gentle of heart
as to turn thy face
and feign that thou hearest not
but silence I should venture
To gaze down upon thee
From this my lonely balcony
(for what doth this
my faintness of courage serve
but to pierce my heart
as wouldst thine own dagger?)
Yet in cautious voice
I should speak to thee
That thou wouldst but listen
With thy heart
Or if thou be not a willing servant
But pray hear
What thou canst not now know
(pray, doth thou yet knowest?)
of these my desires
though they tasteth of sweet poison
To but touch thy lips to mine
If it were but so
that thou Romeo
shouldst be so gentle of heart
as to turn thy face
and feign that thou hearest not
but silence I should venture
To gaze down upon thee
From this my lonely balcony
(for what doth this
my faintness of courage serve
but to pierce my heart
as wouldst thine own dagger?)
Yet in cautious voice
I should speak to thee
That thou wouldst but listen
With thy heart
Or if thou be not a willing servant
But pray hear
What thou canst not now know
(pray, doth thou yet knowest?)
of these my desires
though they tasteth of sweet poison
To but touch thy lips to mine
Friday, June 02, 2006
the way home
by Karyn Huntting Peters
He asked me of the meaning of love and
of life, and received a smile, a gentle touch, but
no words in return. And through a language
not quite human the unimportant fell away and
at once he saw the center –- core, entirety of
the universe -- infinitely small, infinitely large,
and realized that it was just there that we had
stood before and there that we had called the
refuge and warmth of home in those times we
had not departed to run some silly little
errands and gotten lost along the way.
He asked me of the meaning of love and
of life, and received a smile, a gentle touch, but
no words in return. And through a language
not quite human the unimportant fell away and
at once he saw the center –- core, entirety of
the universe -- infinitely small, infinitely large,
and realized that it was just there that we had
stood before and there that we had called the
refuge and warmth of home in those times we
had not departed to run some silly little
errands and gotten lost along the way.
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