Symbolizing clarity,
or purity, or God,
transparency seems odd.
Being loves disparity –
conundrums in the shadows
which pass through glass –
evade, amass –
subversive desperadoes.
.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Blog Archive
-
▼
2011
(353)
-
▼
December
(30)
- December 31, 2011
- Cabal
- Night-Blooming Human Head Plants
- What a Mommy Must Know
- Harry and Mahatma
- In the Mirror
- The Problem with Imaginary Friends
- The Holiday Boys
- A Bee Than Whom
- Certain Troglodytes
- Unforgivable Transgressions
- Archetypal Elderly in Flight
- Manhattan, for a Moment – Late Night December
- The Shaded Man
- Philosophic Phlegm
- I Wish I Was an Avocado Mousse
- Some Fun
- Refocusing
- Why Mutant Creatures Tend to Thoughtfulness
- Change
- The Whole Shebang of Them and You
- Waiting for a Cue
- Cloud and Puppet Show
- Guardian Angels, Revised
- What Love Might Be Like
- Oh, Let’s Have Sex!
- Desperadoes
- Testosterone Reflects
- Agnes, Myra-Ann and Lila-Sue
- Under Cover of the Light
-
▼
December
(30)
About Me
- Guy Kettelhack
- I write roughly one poem a day. This blog is a continuation of a series of poem depot websites I'd also had through google, but which seem now to have filled up with my stuff to the point where I can't edit or add another page. So here I am. Since April 1, 2009 I've been adding drawings, one a day. To see them fuller size left-click on the drawing - and voila. To get an idea of who I am, google on "Guy Kettelhack." To see poems I've written previous to the ones in this poem depot, google on Guy Kettelhack + Act 2 (or just Guy Kettelhack + poetry): for kind unsolicited observations about my work by photographer Rick Shupper: google Guy Kettelhack + Holtermann Design LLC. (I'd provide links but they don't seem to stick here.) . . . thanks for stopping by.
No comments:
Post a Comment