Bernard Gieske, US

 

 

Free Verse   Moving On   from a terra cotta site aging years erupt with rage to claim control while ripening hearts fizzle with Dr. Seuss’s double corolla drinking green euphoria Redheads perched in Maguera, laced with Essen-carrot sensations, their operons auto-racing in gigue activity, circle in Baroque, a crazy, expansive dance. Hunters pivot their swords keeping up the tempo reeling in the fields finding garlands for mountain goats pop-up characters bounce with alecto laic in their dens of sheltered ears. Only turtles drag in the sands lured to cola regions following the egg and ham calendar in regular order Petals float down the Rhine yertling aloha the refrain frozen in Switzerland’s gossip cavities I resign my bones to Verdi’s Aida Take up my leato and emote a Honolula goodbye.     The Pondering of a Bat   How to know the pondering of a bat hanging upside down his frown but a smile How to know the dreaming of a bat abiding the dark cave all day flying free in the darkness of night images going blip in the dark How to know the seeing of a bat when sounds are his mode of traveling in the night and catching prey without light     Searching for Desire   The moon floats in hope high above the clouds far from the stars of fire no wonder the moon changes faces searching for desire     New Beginnings   the clouds dark in the horizon prepare for departure the day morning fresh invite us to join in we learn our language without dictionaries through sight and sound our own history a repeating series of understanding with a background     What Is Time?   a second and then another not enough to dwell on but hope is born there comes a time when eyes slam shut time to sleep then what is time     About Bernard Gieske, US   Being retired Bernard Gieske has more interests to purse than time: languages, arts, music, photography, nature, reading - all of which are sources inspiring his poetry, a late blooming passion. He lives with family in Bowling Green, KY.