13 October Octopowrimo

To slake artistic thirst
only Castalia's springs
will satisfy.

Hurry then!
We shall go
and savor the taste
of inspiration
at its very source.

10 October Octopowrimo

A burst of velocity between treetops
framing the exit ramp
Southbound geese in uneven chevron
I wanted to head whence they came

Octopowrimo 9 Oct

Asking which name I use decades later
causes me to wonder if you remember
what you so long ago used.
History's curse and blessing is memory.
What went awry becomes a wry moment in today.

Octopowrimo 8 October

Variations on a theme
that was discordant the first time.
Different composers attempt
melody but mire in cacophony.
Oblivious the band plays on.

Octopowrimo

For 7 October:

Gonzo-like hammering on the keyboard
in hopes of ome spark catching fire
and flaring across the universe
for admiring minds to ooh and ah
seeking temporary relief from
constant anxiety. Poets do their best.

5 Octopowrimo

Slender narrow yellow fringe
shimmers in the east.
Pastures and farmland await dawn
in autumn coolness.
The stars have moved on
so blue skies may fill the heavens.

The Telos of Time

The Telos of Time

I

If all time is indeed

Eternally present, somehow

Past and present coexisting

With future that has been

Will have been

And contained in every moment

That was, is, or will be,

How is any moment discerned?

Am I soaking my sneakers

In morning’s dew

In early coolness

With the sunrise over the hill

And sitting in the den

Composing these lines

As darkness shrouds the tall pines

Or as I do whatever it shall be

In the years granted

Wherever, however I will spend them?

II

Blissfully unaware of the connection

We remain

Separating them by tenses and times

Compelling time into a flowing stream

Into whose waters we step only once

At any given time.

Every so often, some of us

Glance at distant stars

Whose fleeting constellations

Show connections we perhaps

Suspected and set our course anew

III

At the axis mundi

Where the veil between

Eternity and time

Is somewhat lifted,

We experience the

Moment above time,

The transcendent moment

Where Creator and creature

Redeemer and redeemed,

Sanctifier and sanctified

From all places and times,

Host holding a host

Shatter time as it is measured

Transitioning into timelessness.

IV

Through action long ago

Continuing, never repeated,

We stand on the verge

Of was-is-will be and

Never-changing now

Ever-transforming

Ever onward-rushing

To consummation.

© Arthur Turfa, 2014