In Pursuit of a Grail

It's hidden. Hidden in plain sight, lost amidst the chaos.

Sitting mutely quiet, leaving glimmering refractions,

Shimmering shadows dropped upon the ground

Branching, springing forth, marking the path

As breadcrumbs leading backwards upon itself.

Touching, with serene passion, the movement and

Greener grass beyond the restricting crystal walls.

A reincarnated hope locked within an effervescent

Tomb, pulsating with the release of new from old;

Cycling, round - and - round, encasing the viewable

World in shifting colors and shades, absorbing life.

Every enlightenment a frozen moment of time

Obscuring  the way with passing, ageless memories

Of taste, fluttering wings, organization, and fanciful

Dreams. Yearning , thus, I search; twisting, contorting

My body my limitations, anguishing over the mere

Sight of this crystal grail, this chalice which holds

Only one sip, one lingering drop of anticipated

Faith. A beacon of light, a jar almost to distant to see. 

A Day For Me

I can not take credit for this photo. However, I will take credit for today. Today is just one of those days where I find myself just wondering "WTF." If you don't know what that means then I'm not going to be the one who edifies you but rather will the one wondering "Wtf? You don't know what that means? How do you not know what wtf means? Wow...." and then my thoughts will progress to something else just as useless. Today is a day for me. I don't want to do anything. I thought about going home and having a beer, but then I think I'd look at my beer like Ratatouille here and wonder why in the world it was so difficult to lift my hand to my mouth. Its just a day of uselessness and drifting thoughts. So here's to all the me's sitting there wondering wtf?

Remediation

This is a poem that I wrote a few years back in similar style to Lousianna born poet, Yusef Komunyakaa. I  was also able to go to a poetry reading that year by Komunyakaa himself, and was honored to have him look over my poem. Therefore this poem is very close to my heart, and is one of my favorite pieces. This poem was not constructed from a memory, nor was it built around a real cafe, song, or experience. It was a simple daydream that kept going as I listened to blues music. The poem is linked below the image. It is linked because as part of a remediation project, I revamped the poem into the digital medium and am honestly proud of how it turned out. 

Remediation of "Dinner Out"