Ollie
Soft pastel on paper by UT1
It’s Only For A While
My Steam-driven Pen
I get no pleasure from an esteem-driven pen,
one so steeped in self-love
so consumed by the fellow within.
Let it not be such,
better it be steam or the wind.
Let it be the movement of the branch,
the tips clawing at the window,
anything –
the etchings left by a snake in the sand,
shifting shavings left there askew
mixed with the droppings of a rat,
the ravings of a madman –
my steam-driven pen.
©Aug 27, 2012 by UT2
North Coast Backroad
Pencil and sharpie on paper by UT1
Out By The Moon
As I recall this song was written and recorded the week after the 2006 tsunami that struck Thailand just after Christmas. While not overtly based on the event, it was hard not to be affected by what happened and a lot of that came through the lyrics. UT1
IT WAS THE BEST DAY
It was the best day,
it was the worst day:
ascend the ladder,
descend the ladder,
sandal drops,
miss the step,
bang my shin,
pain rises;
shaken, then,
I resume pruning:
dead leaves,
dead deeds,
words. . .I even penned my best poem. . . !
I am delusional.
I get a good laugh and I even look up the word “balderdash.”
Even read an old poem by Billy Collins.
It was the worst day.
It was the best day.
©Aug 19, 2013 by UT2
Conflagration
Acrylic on canvas by UT1