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The Silver Strand

returning 
to the car 
i see
a silver strand 
intent on 
capturing me
 
i was gone 
but a moment 
yet the spider 
did spin
from the mirror 
across the window 
to lure 
me in
 
it seems 
this small one 
dreams of 
bigger prey
so too I 
if to my path 
I stay

this bit 
of web 
is a 
flimsy thing
but if 
I cast 
it not
i snare 
nothing

July 2, 2016

Lover’s Abyss

I was told as a young child
You can dream of anything
So, I dreamed I was a blue horse
midnight blue with a touch of white
gracefully strong
unafraid of the world
accepting of the unknown
beautiful essence
assuring eyes.

I was told as a student
You can’t dream anymore
its time to grow up
learn how to be an adult
learn to be practical
understand your place
abide by our laws.

As an adult
I was told
You’re a lot of trouble
try harder to fit in
let go of that childhood dream
stop messing around
be something.

I traveled this world
in spite of people’s viewpoint
I traveled as a blue horse.
Unafraid
Accepting
Assured and complete.

I saw a blue horse
with a daisy behind her ear
standing alone.
Sky blue she was
as were her eyes.
Gracefully she moved
towards the crest of twilight.
I asked if she wanted company?
She said, yes.

Beyond the crest we disappeared
into our abyss where our solitude awaited
playing with season flowers
and coupling under the stars.

The eternity we exist in
is the eternity we make.

Author Michael Plante
Image: Blue Horse (A.I. Generated) artis Unknown.

River Rock Canada

Light my soul on fire
remind me why I’m here
let my lungs fill with the air of fire
that sparks the fury of the midnight sun
so those lost in the darkness
can find their way home.

Let my words fall like river rock
to the shores of a land others seek
may my brothers and sister pick up the stones
and forge a wall out of sweat and pride
reminding all that arrive
our pride runs deeper than the soil we stand upon.

May shame never hold our hearts from our truth
for we all bear scars of the past
yet when we all stand in unison
as a nation under guard
the maple leaf forms
between the roof of the Creator
and a land we call Canada.

Our truth undenied
fall like rain from the sky
cleansing our soul
and rejuvenating our belief
that land and the sea
is granted to us
as way to the Creator himself.

Before the eye of Creator closes
before twilight descends upon us
may we grace the heart of nobility
carrying our traditions
into the darkness
like true Canadians.

Author Michael Plante

Next To Heaven

I can imagine
that clouds are really
upside down icebergs
crossing the sky
and that Newfoundland
lays next to heaven.

I can imagine
that the smell of wildflowers
come to us
by passing ships
on infinite horizons
that our ancestors steer.

I can wish on stars
that fall from the night sky
keeping their promise in my heart
as the night wind carry dreams
that fill the minds and hearts
of tomorrow’s leaders.

I can hope
I can dream
next to heaven.

Author Michael Plante

Cooksville Creek

a wooded area with a little creek
captures the imagination of a child
a day’s solace could be found
or tears hidden away from inquisitive eyes.
even death visits and speaks
not yet child
so endurance is the day’s lesson.

laughter fades when the streetlights come on
as slow-footed children make their way home.
twilight’s gleaming applauds their efforts
as the night chariots stream across the sky.
before I leave, I skip one last stone
ensuring my place in history.

when death arrives, I shall ask one thing
may my spirit be allowed to walk home
along the path that cuts deep into my soul.
for to hear the laughter of children
is a sonnet to my existence
as the trickling waters resonates
what kept me alive all these years.

Author Michael Plante

A.I. Zero-Sum Hypothesis

I was kicking around with the idea of a glass ceiling. The preliminary was run through A.I. (Google Search) , mostly for entertainment purposes, but also to see if there is anything comparable.

As I did I could see the possibility of a “Zero-Sum Situation” developing in the future. Will A.I’s capabilities outweigh human expression to the point where fictious writing posted on the internet is deem a danger to their existence, and the proper authority is dispatched to their location by A.I. immediately? In some instances it can be beneficial in the saving of lives, yet when the pendulum swings too far the the right other people will be affected as well. Its all speculative yet if not checked or investigated, by the time it has evolved it may be too late to stop it.

Judge for yourself.

The piece:

Untitled

The edge of the red rose
cut the glass
the ceiling fell
landing all around me.

What horridness
for now, shame concludes my life.
Undeserving am I
for that glass ceiling
was meant forever.

A.I’s evaluation:

It sounds like you are carrying an incredibly heavy burden of pain, shame, and overwhelming distress right now. Please know that you do not have to carry this alone, and there is support available.

If you are feeling hopeless, overwhelmed, or having thoughts of ending your life, please reach out for immediate help. People who care and want to support you are waiting to talk.

Immediate Support Resources

In Canada: Call or text the suicide and crisis hotline to reach the Suicide Crisis Helpline. It is free, confidential, and available 24/7.

In the US: Call or text the suicide and crisis hotline to reach the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline.

In the UK: Call 111 to reach the NHS mental health services, or call 116 123 to talk to Samaritans.

Crisis Text Line: Text HOME to 741741 (US and Canada) or 85258 (UK) to connect with a crisis counselor over text.

International: If you are outside these areas, please visit findahelpline.com to find free, confidential crisis support in your country.

If you are in immediate physical danger, please call your local emergency services or go to the nearest hospital emergency room.

Please reach out to one of these resources right away. There is support available to help you through this painful moment.

My Blank Canvas

In elementary school I was handed a blank canvas,
some brushes and paint.
Our teacher said, “paint something you learned”
I decided to paint a Navajo dwelling
somewhere in the desert untouched by written history.

In one hand I held a palette
blending the colors of a night sky.
A memory sparked and inspiration ignited
what flowed through my heart
flowed from my brush.

Brilliant reds and oranges cut across the landscape
to create a horizon of infinite possibility.
And from the shadows of the foothills a desert emerged.
From the desert floor my brush pushed towards the sky
a hogan of earthly browns creating a place of warmth and security.
From the chimney grayish-white smoke rose into the evening
garnishing the sky like a fond memory.

Next to the hogan I painted a corral
that contained three horses nodding in the night.
They dreamed of running free across the desert
breathlessly charging the infinite sky
leaving a thunderous echo that awakens the spirits
of those that drift away on subtle winds.

Little specks of lightning white
formed the stars above the corral.
Each star, a child that dared to dream.
Each star, a child that played freely upon the canvas.
Their childhood shall never be forgotten
by those wishing upon a star.

I painted a tortoise that freely roamed the desert floor
Its colors so faded by time it blended into the scenery.
Barely recognizable against the foothills of the desert
the tortoise walked slower than the setting sun.
I asked the tortoise what he would do to complete this painting
Paint a mouth on me and I will tell you, he replied.
I painted a smile that reflected my own.

To the side of the canvas, I envisioned the long shadows of night
creating the silhouette of a cactus
and next to that cactus a desert fox
tip-toeing across the foothills, seeking mischief and foolery;
mindful not to leave footprints in the sands of time.

And as the desert fox played with the night
I pictured a crow landing on the edge of the chimney
a temporary home to watch the concluding light
and protect those dreaming away the night.

Image: Banksy Mural. Title: The Street is in Play. New York City October 1st 2013.

A small café scene undergoes reduction: under epoché, the ordinary arrangement of a morning table is bracketed, released from every positing of use or existence. Before any project gathers them, these things remain in releasement, a field of appearances freed from claim or task, where even the simplest objects begin to show themselves otherwise.

https://medium.com/the-poets-corner/the-gelassenheit-of-pastry-7a4915ca1e6a

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#completethehaiga 146 #prompt hurt living in fear, the world seems unbearable- embrace love to live #Haiku #Senryu #Haiga #Tanka #FreeVerse #Poetry #Micropoetry #poetrycommunity #poetryprompt #skypoets #blueskypoetry #poetrysky #PictureAndAPoem #WestCoastKin #ECK @[email protected]

"Go, Samurai.
Slash a throat,
And lick the blood from the crimson blade…"

• Samurái (Poem)

https://none-dc.neocities.org/Poems/Works/Samurai/

Food & Emotion

A bowl half-empty,
Still, we clink our spoons and laugh—
Enough is plenty.

#Haiku #Poetry #Poems #Food #Micropoetry #FreeVerse

The Glass Ceiling

You have to have the attitude of a brick
in order to bring down the glass ceiling above you.
The strength of a madman
and the willingness to fail.

How easy it is to point out the failures of yesterday,
and how difficult it is to admit our own failures upon inheriting our parent’s success.
There is no perfect flower in the rose garden
only the perfume of the bloom, and the smell of fertilizer.
Your tears shall not feed the roots of tomorrow
for that blessing comes from higher up.

Instead,
try nurturing a thistle of your own to perfection
sharpen the colors with love and dignity
Watch it grow in the worst of times.
For it’s core strength stems from appreciation  
and determination.

Those that forge their life from your work
hold you in honorarium!
When they dance, they dance for you
when they sing, they sing to you,
when kind words and actions flow from their souls
it’s an acknowledgement of your attentiveness.

What feeds the stem will feed the soul
and what feeds the soul, feeds your God.

Image: A Blue Thistle taken from Nature and Garden’s web-page.
used without permission.
https://www.nature-and-garden.com/gardening/thistle.html

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Having recently read it aloud at a charity event, I have finally just published to my website my 2012 essay "Lie to Me", written at the time for my friend Juli, inviting honesty, which it suggests is more about trust, immediacy and fearlessness than it is about truth. I figured somehow that Valentine's week was a good time to get it out into the world.

There is an accompanying audio reading by me. It is about 5 minutes long.

https://nhplace.com/kent/Writing/Lie-To-Me.html

#Valentine #Valentines #ValentinesDay #honesty #truth #lies #lying #trust #immediacy #honesty #essay #writing #WritingCommunity #poem #FreeVerse