Gravity Moving rapidly. Joined but not connected as if the human race cannot focus on being human. Our speed propels us away from each other into impenetrable solitude. Where are we you ask? Where indeed. Close as a whisper. Distant as a moon. I have slowed my progress. Tell me your story, Speak clearly. My ears are tuned. Our heartbeats swirling around us, Not vague. Not dense. What must I do to convince you? Tell me now before gravity disappears. Tim Pompey Floral Arrangement How I long to be embraced and pillowed. The harshness of the world has chipped my edges and left me with bloody feet. But here in your soothing bowl I could happily fall asleep . Swallow me with softness. Let your copper chalice cushion my head. Change my metal from solid to airy, from rust to angel wings, and in my encumbrance, create the will to be open and beautiful. Tim Pompey The Gods Must Be Angry And who could blame them? As if we have an obsession with punishing ourselves. Still, in their long-term thinking, someone high and mighty screwed up. Badly. And here is the dilemma: to live and let live, or live and let die. Either way, creation is their bubbling stew pot. If the gods are watching, are they also planning? Is a do-over allowed, or do gods live in gated communities? A helpless feeling knots my stomach as we all ride helter skelter toward a train wreck. What to say to an angry god? When the threat of hell does nothing? When a future of destruction is dismissed? As if being angry will change anything. As if the gods haven’t endured patiently. As if the human race has absorbed more than a faint clue about the etiquette of divineness. Tim Pompey These poems and photographs are from an artist writer collaboration called Imaginari. Get a copy on Amazon, here.
Tim Pompey is a news writer, musician, novelist, and poet living along California’s Central Coast. He holds a B.A. in Sociology, an M.A. in Theology, and an M.Div in Pastoral Ministries. He has published several books of poetry, including Desarroi, Shadow Country, Poets and Samurai, Eyes of Distinction, and Radii. Nancy DeLucrezia is a photographer, watercolour artist, writer, teacher, gardener, business consultant and Somatic Therapist living off-grid in the rainforest on the Big Island. She attended the State University of New York as a photography major and has studied painting privately with several gifted artists in California and Hawaii.
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