Subjugated

Honestly, I’m not sure
What to think
Of these days of uncertainty
As if uncertainty
Was never a part of our living
And dying
Are we so much wiser
Being able to see the unseeable
Panic filling our hearts
Pretending
To stave off the inevitable
Knowledge enough
To hide like mice?

We ask ourselves
Is it enough to be alive
While not living
By what measure
Will one consider
Infinity
Coming to that final conclusion
That realization of consciousness
That those things we can control
Should never
Control us?

Every Day is Earth Day

A little project created with my grandson.

“I Am”
If all the elements in my body can be found in the earth
then:

I am the ocean, the waves and the foam.

I am the sand and the air.
I am the wind and the clouds and the crumbling cliffs.
I am the grass of the field and the dirt under my feet.
I am of the earth and in the earth, and the earth is in me

I am the ant and the dragonfly
I am the heron and the fish
I am the gnat catcher and the hummingbird
I am the seed and the tree
I am the light and the darkness
I am the sun, the moon and the stars
I am the peace that falls at the end of the day
I am the voice that tells the animals “it’s time for bed”
I am the red of sunset, and the lavender of sleep
I am of the earth and in the earth, and the earth is in me

Written By ©Mark Steven Wade
Narrated by Chaz Cosgrove

O Winged Thing

An Ekphrasitc Poem by Richard Leach

O winged thing,
flight evolved four
separate times on earth.
Do we find in you the fifth?

O winged thing,
you move through the streets
and squares of the city.

O winged thing,
do you come hunting,
to silently seize
and bear away?

O winged thing,
do you come to shelter,
to hide us behind
your outspread wings?

O winged thing,
I would not be taken
and might welcome shelter.

O winged thing,
do you have a voice?

O winged thing,
should you pass by swiftly
I will say that the sudden wind we felt
was the breath of your passage.

©Richard Leach: https://www.deviantart.com/richardleach/art/O-Winged-Thing-812888397

Source photo by ©Hanan Kazma: https://www.deviantart.com/partiallyhere/art/winged-812797721

©Video creation by me.

Strengthened

“Strengthed” a Videopoem

It is all a blur now
Swift memories
Poking holes in my sightline
Clouds escape
Through my skin

Like water seeps
Through shaky fingers
Unfiltered
Vaporized
Returning to the sky

To rain once again
As tears
Of joy
Of sorrow
Into the iridescent pool
Of my very existence

Indeed it is our memories that make our lives what they are. They strengthen us and perhaps are not as unique, nor unused as we may think. Video – Photography- Narration – Ambient Music – me ©2019


Ordered Chaos

I might be too old to write about the birds and the bees. That’s alright. I went ahead and added some music and video just to confirm what I already knew. It’s the little things that make life interesting. I wrote a poem for this project, forgot about it, then wrote another one with a slightly different perspective. They’re both here:

“Ordered Chaos”

We are obsessively enslaved
To our own sense of place and order
Every room has a function
Every place, a purpose

Rarely do we consider
The genius of nature’s chaos

Song sparrows
Sing for a mate
And in the same spot
A rabbit is torn
Limb from limb
To feed a coyote

In that same spot
Sweet pea feeds a hungry bee
In symbiotic friendship

Grass dies quickly
Tree claims victory,
Sleeps during the cold months
And again fights
Grass’ resurrection in the spring

We see disorder
Because we are blind
To what real order can be
We are disruptions to harmony

Listen to the song
Join the chorus

Birds called to me
Singing songs of lifted joy
“You must have seen her!
This path
Of long lost journeys.

Her beautiful legs
Now brightly adorned
In skirted magic
All aglow in purple
And yellow
Brighter than the sun.

Even the bees
Can’t escape
Her seductive sweetness
Drawn to her
Unknowingly,
Hopelessly hypnotized.

Have you ever seen
Such full, thick trim?
Stroked
By gentle breezes
Braided
By fiddle-necks and mustard

Everything
Is drawn to her now.
Everything
Even you.
You have no answer for it
Neither have you the will
To fight away
Her calling”

The Video:

Ordered Chaos from Mark Wade on Vimeo.