Inspired Language

The muse of literacy is not amused.

She is in fact beyond the state of bemused

quite beside herself in the face of the

unaware unwillingness of those who

embark upon that most common of shared

human expressions to exert themselves

not fastidiously, but deliberately and

with all due courtesy to language -- use

the words meant to convey their thoughts

and use them accurately, inclusive of the

specific order of the alphabet that identifies

those words, for the elegance of language

and communication demands no less.

I know all this and so would you if you

but heeded her rules through the simple

expedient of respect and admiration for

all that language allows. That which has

the effect of demeaning language in turn

identifies the abuser as one unworthy of

the gift of communication. A visual blight

and an assault on one's sensibilities when

a blissfully unaware mangler of prose

poses as one whose opinions are fraught

with meaning and substance, all flown off

in an embarrassment of sad association.

 

The Rescue

 

Quite the pair they are, the

large black-muscular dog loping

beside the laboured gait of the

man; an arresting sight in

contrasts. The man, his tall

but slight and angular form

bent toward the ground

proceeding carefully, the dog

proceeding with its attention

fully on the awkward progress

of its companion. The man's 

smile slants across the landscape

of a face well acquainted with

suffering, wan and accepting.

His chest strangely concave

as though his maker, distracted

in the process of building his

body forgot half. Unlike the

large dog's deeply muscular

chest heavy with perceived

menace. Bred to inspire fear

the dog is herself fearful, shy

and meekly spooked, her human

companion gently reassuring

her, salving her terrorized 

reaction to the unfamiliar.

Her needs motivate his

compassion, his familiarity

with accidents of fate equipping

him, her grateful reliance on

his guiding intervention

his assigned purpose in life.

 

 

Hey, She's Here!

 

I've become a celebrity
with my very own personal
following of black-clad PR
agents always on the alert
for my presence. When sighted
calls go out to others of my
admirers to gather and bask
in my very special presence.
When I exit my home the
black-uniformed sentries
spring into action sending
the alert and closely following
me. Several at first, then
a gathering dark storm steadily
arrive, haunting my footsteps,
watching carefully for sight
of the treasure they seek and
for which I am acclaimed.
The forest nearby my house
the venue where peanuts are 
daily dispersed, the cache
spots known as well to the
furred wildlife, as to the
dense-feathered honour guard
seeking their daily fair fare.

 

Existence

 

The timeless, perplexing and

sublimely complex creation

that hums and thrums throughout

the Universe holds endless

fascination for those times

when our minds contemplate

the unknowable vastness and

diversity that surrounds us, in

everlasting space, dark and

teeming with celestial bodies

whose chemistry the brilliance

of a scientific mind deciphers

beyond the comfort of we 

whose focus remains close at

hand, sighting about us the

wonder of ephemera, butterflies

and morning mist, spring peepers

and flowering vines, the fragrance

of favoured dishes, the flood of

memory bringing us to tears.

Our amazement that we were

born and out of fortune's sideways

glance we met to recognize our

future of shared thoughts, love

and tenderness, the care taken

in the duality of two becoming

as one, living our allotted time

given to a microscopic presence

within the great gyrating

wheel of the Universe.

 

 

In A Nutshell

 

It has been hundreds of thousands

of years in the making, far less 

a social construct than truly a

distinct gender difference that

even early homo sapiens understood

for they were not (self)-named

'man-the-wise' for nothing. That

females gave birth and in so doing

the busy mother and the mewling

infant required support to survive

was simply acknowledging reality

of a kind amply recognized by all

animal species. Those biological

adaptations resulting in male and

female merely Nature's formula

for reproduction as the mistress of

existence fiddled with her archaic

architectural plans melding physics

chemistry and organisms in a

choreography of imperious design 

to amuse her royal majesty, sole

witness and grand proprietress of

the dazzling, twisting Universe whose

infinite attention to scale and minute

detail alike inflicted upon Planet Earth

a species whose antics, emotions and

pathologies guaranteed her not one

wasted moment of suspense. Assuming

she endowed those females with so

many attributes not unlike her own

creation among them. The puzzle left

would be what she exampled the

male psyche upon in her fertile

imagination, laughing indulgently

as he created the idea of an all 

powerful deity, just incidentally

in his very own humble image.

 

 

Sign of Our Times

 

When our children were young

and adorably stubborn and their

parents adamant that they be

compliant in consuming the

nutritious food served them in

those proportions suitable for

young bodies to thrive, growing

healthy and robust, it took both

their parents' entreaties to convince

them their chiming complaints were

unjustified and unuseful to their

actual needs. Occasionally they

might relent and pick daintily at
the fish, liver or brassica offending

them on their dinner plates, even

on occasion lift a morsel to their

downward curling lips and manage

to gulp them down, with much

encouragement. Adults now, their

tastes encompass mostly what

they long ago spurned, while

those still offensive tastes are

banished. Alone, together at our

dinner table, it is I alone who

remonstrates on those occasions

when our children's father fails

to appreciate those same dinner

offerings rejected by our offspring

a sign of our less tumultuous times.

 

 

EverythingSomehow

Scientists used nine years of data from NASA’s Wilkinson Microwave Anisotropy Probe to create this detailed, all-sky image of the cosmic microwave background. The image reveals 13.8-billion-year-old temperature fluctuations (shown as different colors) – seeds that grew into the galaxies we see today.

NASA/WMAP Science Team

 

A single immensely singular

infinite density of matter and 

antimatter and no one to know

of its non-existence. It just was

the event of creation, the universe

appearing from no thing its

patient arrival as an indescribable

quantum event of huge mystery

and sublime presence. A mere

fourteen billion years ago, an

event unprecedented and explicit

as a representation of awe

as in awful and as in exemplifying

impossible; just simply became.

From nothing but a hidden

presence unassuming and

precipitate came the ineffable

cosmos, its still lingering

microwave shifting in time and

space validating the existence of 

all. How? Do not trouble yourself.