slow and around
below where I breathe
I hover between two surfaces –
fractious light above
luminous reefs beneath.
side to side
I dream I emit light
like the angelfish
who wears her iridescent soul.
D.G. Dal Ponte©2015
That night arms of ice
reached down slow inches
each over each they slid
rigid at my bedroom window
– D.G. DalPonte
©2015 D.G. DalPonte
I do not want to think about the logistics of life unless there is an element of morality attached.
With perfect balance comes power.
– Rob Sterling
…between fingertips of time
love slips through
as a strange thread –
-D.G. Dal Ponte
Poem ©DG Dal Ponte 2014; all rights reserved
Photo ©DG Dal Ponte 2014; all rights reserved
MORE APHORISMS BY ROB STERLING
~ Aspirations, not the accomplishments, are the measure of humanity. Allowing others to define one’s goals is a disability.
~ Freedom remains the ideal and never the reality as long as those policing inequality are in bed with the market place.
~ Redemption is born from guilt on the wings of hope. It may occur in a variety of aspects without cause or effect, without contrition or purpose. Often, we recognize it in an emotional response to some ‘other’.
~ Redemption is that second chance to feel the earth beneath your feet or the wind in your face. It arrives with all the grace and responsibility of a newborn.
~ I have a pair of wings for every occasion. They are transparent, of course.
~ The world becomes inverted when Mother Nature speaks with a cynical voice. The cynical voice of Mother Nature fawns fascination with the monster.
~ As soon as consciousness develops to the point where we can put our selves in the shoes of others, morality gains a foothold.
~ There is nothing like a journey with a thrill in the beginning, middle, and end.
all above aphorisms ©Rob Sterling 2014; all rights reserved. Please email for permission to use in any form.
as the petal of a flower
giving in to the breezes
bowing to the pleasure of water drops
succumbing to honey bee
lifting to light
shivering as luminous object
rising out of the mud of shadows
grateful to the full moon over my simple garden.
I dream like my easy shadow
stretching from effortless sunlight
playing across surfaces before me
drawn as the first thirsty man
opening mouth to water
reaching open palm as a cup
to hold what wonder I can drink.
– DG Dal Ponte
©2014 DG Dal Ponte; all rights reserved
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Perception is the detailed illumination of thought.
– Rob Sterling
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