Drought As Reinvention by Greg Teetsell
The prosaic world outside the door
Wherein the extraordinary go to rest
All dressed in daily clothes
Outside the front door the summer's heat
Orders up attention as to how extraordinary even the simple
Act
...of entering a hallway made opaque
On the edge of a radiance found more commonly
located inside
Pizza ovens and betrayals, chiefly. Functions.
In such an opaque hallway created by a well-known
Weather pattern,
Inversion turn towards a canvass of what has gone on
As leaving out winds up myths of a more prosperous time and, likely
more than any might care to weigh,
The draymen's work of creating new cave paintings on false walls
To recall variations on stories cued in long-held reserve wells
Gambling that the dice thrown on the cloak of a Once And Potential King
Are Universal, after all.
In that prosaic outside the door, that opaque hallway leading us toward
A re-imagining, akin to the irrigated green patches outside the front door
Or, more urgently pushing up around the watery points timed to protrude,
LED green strands on a nearly parched soil runway placed there for a camouflaged
Landing.
Avian.
Reinvention of guiding narratives. Waves of sound to cue reinventions,
If it's not too late, too dear or both as the green symbolizing too much ancient,
In neolithic cave paintings green does not, never will, be connected with even
Raspy whispers of resonance of less than The Promise.
The opaque hallway then might lead us to reinvention in a time of drought.
Drought as reinvention. Or the gold not turning to green because nothing glimmers
In the shake of a stream heard in the distance at the end of that opaque hallway
Just outside the door.
Greg
The prosaic world outside the door
Wherein the extraordinary go to rest
All dressed in daily clothes
Outside the front door the summer's heat
Orders up attention as to how extraordinary even the simple
Act
...of entering a hallway made opaque
On the edge of a radiance found more commonly
located inside
Pizza ovens and betrayals, chiefly. Functions.
In such an opaque hallway created by a well-known
Weather pattern,
Inversion turn towards a canvass of what has gone on
As leaving out winds up myths of a more prosperous time and, likely
more than any might care to weigh,
The draymen's work of creating new cave paintings on false walls
To recall variations on stories cued in long-held reserve wells
Gambling that the dice thrown on the cloak of a Once And Potential King
Are Universal, after all.
In that prosaic outside the door, that opaque hallway leading us toward
A re-imagining, akin to the irrigated green patches outside the front door
Or, more urgently pushing up around the watery points timed to protrude,
LED green strands on a nearly parched soil runway placed there for a camouflaged
Landing.
Avian.
Reinvention of guiding narratives. Waves of sound to cue reinventions,
If it's not too late, too dear or both as the green symbolizing too much ancient,
In neolithic cave paintings green does not, never will, be connected with even
Raspy whispers of resonance of less than The Promise.
The opaque hallway then might lead us to reinvention in a time of drought.
Drought as reinvention. Or the gold not turning to green because nothing glimmers
In the shake of a stream heard in the distance at the end of that opaque hallway
Just outside the door.
Greg