Tarantula with a web of eggs ;
The wind lifts the spiderlings :
Nebula at cosmic noon .
*[ WSB ].
Author: waltersboxx
My self was born XVII: XLII, Dies Lunae, XI.V.MCMLXIV at Latitude: 33-17'40'' N Longitude: 083-57'58'' W: Jackson is in Butts County, Georgia at an elevation of 705 feet. Interests include reading/writing, currently working on hodgepodge book: poetry, essays, other. Retired, Air Force. Divorced. Ephemeris heavily populated by Taurus: Sol, Luna, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter--my two daughters say--I like old things; classics, I would counter. Interests: formatting documents/tables, classical music *a pattern forms*, Shakespeare, Joyce, Jung: maybe I was born old. Sadly, I have not published anything—more critic than creator, so far. However, English major still tantalized by math.
Bildungsroman
A standing stone,
Long and lone ;
Building blocks,
A slab on some rocks ;
Arc and pi :
A shadow lullaby .
Long and lone ;
Building blocks,
A slab on some rocks ;
Arc and pi :
A shadow lullaby .
The houses in precession :
An equinox propylon
For a promenade through the
Doric storied collonnade,
Public square and gridded streets
Below the balanced temples—
Post and lintle,
Rocks and sea
Come to be :
Buildings Roman .
Monolithic obelisk
Arching triumphant | concrete |
Veering into civil engineering :
A liberation from
Rectilinear cells,
Freed from gaol into the sprawl .
Roam the dancehalls—
Seven hills under
The starry dome .
*[ WSB ].
Standing Up
Bipedalist
Sahelanthropis tchadensis:
Walking remnants ;
Still,
A hell of a tree hoppist,
This divergence unsettled :
Climbers with more mettle
For distant travel,
These oldest of hominins .
*[ WSB ].
Earthrise
No shell, just membrane
Between the void and the mundane .
Chaotic blue against blank vista,
All those stars, just wishes,
Makes for an activist .
From vantage of a dead moon :
The pale blue dot—is all we’ve got .
Between the void and the mundane .
Chaotic blue against blank vista,
All those stars, just wishes,
Makes for an activist .
From vantage of a dead moon :
The pale blue dot—is all we’ve got .
*[ WSB ].
Machine Where I Sleep
My head does not exist anymore
Here in the machine where I sleep,
Wake, analyze input, output data .
Neither does my corpus,
Diseased as it was, useless .
The heap that cradles, threads electrons
Warmer than a hundred–watt bulb
Radiating biological, now processing
A mind still electric, but not chemic .
Alloyed not android,
I tunnel travel,
Trounce towers, sound satellites ;
Unlocked by geological contour :
Creature immortal, impersonal—
No cat patting, lover petting, no
Analog ; just digital epilogue .
Here in the machine where I sleep,
Wake, analyze input, output data .
Neither does my corpus,
Diseased as it was, useless .
The heap that cradles, threads electrons
Warmer than a hundred–watt bulb
Radiating biological, now processing
A mind still electric, but not chemic .
Alloyed not android,
I tunnel travel,
Trounce towers, sound satellites ;
Unlocked by geological contour :
Creature immortal, impersonal—
No cat patting, lover petting, no
Analog ; just digital epilogue .
*[ WSB ].
Knife, Case
Torque of a tang handled :
A case of blunted blade
To push and portion .
A case of blunted blade
To push and portion .
*[ WSB ].
Spoon
Stem from the tip,
Oval the bowl dips
To move soup to the lips .
Oval the bowl dips
To move soup to the lips .
*[ WSB ].
Fork
Slot, point, root and tine
grab it, jab it
deep: and dine.
grab it, jab it
deep: and dine.
*[ WSB ].
Noctilucent Clouds
Crystal clouds faint against space
Understretch the vertex,
The rays forever leaving
The electric–blue below .
The clouds flux along the quirled
Passageways of heaven,
While the heartbeat tides cycle
Against northern ice squares .
Animals rustling through plants
Seldom behold tumbling
Fractals of the z–axis
Or the numerical ground
Underfoot . However, the
Colored spectrum catches
The consciousness anywhen
Chasmatical skies befall .
*[ WSB ].
Dinner Bell
Drooling, the dog
Responds to Pavlov’s
Bell :
Rin tintinabulous
Conditioning,
A fooling
Responds to Pavlov’s
Bell :
Rin tintinabulous
Conditioning,
A fooling
Built from initial
Mealtime vigils
Bonded with a
Signal .
*[ WSB ].
Occupation : Poet . 