"Rouge"
standing before the mirror for the longest time
the years had not
been kind in their passing...
she was to herself in how she appeared to others
a time wrapped package grown old and stale
in mind, body, and
spirit, still applying eyeliner
to eyes that looked back into her own
and did not see
© Mike Conner 2001
"Bridging"
if there were a way to span
the river of discontent...
thought and reason are the pillars
that hold the span where free men
walk
to pursue the future and hold the past
the bridge that completes them is alive
© Mike
Conner 2001
"Drought"
it is a sad day that betrays it in sunshine,
shining down where rain
should hide its tears...
exposing it in its wanton need
why is the sky so void of cloud?
doesn't it know how unhappy the
thirst?
why must it drink of what is left?
© Mike
Conner 2003
"Blind nature"
we are creatures of circumstance...
the right place at the right
time
with the right tools rules success
an ice age that pushes a few adaptable
creatures before it swallows
those behind
...no matter what their contribution
© Mike Conner 2001
"The universe in a telescopic view"
a deep hunger yearns...
fed by water, it is cleansed
of its
discontent
the sky opens in a vulvanic rift
to a fireball of icy thunder...
behind its mask lie a vacuum
sucking matter in, to implode
in
waves of magnetic spew
its compressed gas streams left and right
in a miniature sun, too
full of light
to be contained to split its atoms
and cast them into
the void
a gyroscopic toy in a balancing act,
spinning so fast it cannot
fall,
seemingly poised to become... all,
like matter, time, movement
and life...
found in a playground filled with children
© Mike Conner 2001
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