Timely Tempest – B Gourley (the !n(tro)verted yogi)

Savage winds hit like a ramming shoulder.Pelting rains sting like sand-blast on pink skin.Dipping ships drop from sight of their beholders.Soft sounds compile into a raucous din. Nothing stands still; everything is moving —Sound and Fury signifying Calm’s death.Minds conflate the confused and the confusing.Mouths gasp open but they can’t suck a breath. Angry godsContinue reading “Timely Tempest – B Gourley (the !n(tro)verted yogi)”

Mind Floater – B Gourley (the !n(tro)verted Yogi)

An idea drifts in my mind’s periphery. It’s the mental version of an eye squiggly —those translucent, sinuous shapes that… -barely register in one’s field of vision,-can be glimpsed but not focused upon,-and are insubstantial — but become a fixation. And I’m left to wonder whether it was really an idea,or just the feeling ofContinue reading “Mind Floater – B Gourley (the !n(tro)verted Yogi)”

POEM: Granite Lands – B Gourley (the !n(tro)verted yogi)

Land where granite domes bubble up,blistering the forest.Callousing its broad swath of greenwith an ashen gray nest. I know your echo from the landwhere I once took my rest,in those long gone days before Iset off on life’s grand quest. online at: https://berniegourley.com/

Three Tanka – B Gourley

Iplucking stringsthe player feels each note,his eyes closedhe lets himself be surprisedby vibrations of bone or soul IIthe butterflysplays its wings and holds,in that stillnessit becomes a flower’til it must butter-fly III wind touslesthe grain-weighted headsof ripe wheatthe sway is erraticthe sound is subtle online at: https://berniegourley.com/

Poem: Reading Courageously – B Gourley

https://berniegourley.com/ If you’ve never been incensed,challenged, or nauseous —your reading is too safe, puny,and far, far too cautious. Reading should be a courageous actthat threatens all you know.It should shove your feet into shoesfar different from your own. If you want your world unchanged,T.V. is right for you.Books will insist you be torn a-part andContinue reading “Poem: Reading Courageously – B Gourley”

Poem: Fantastical Forest – B Gourley

Rounding a mountain forest trailfrom lee to the wet side,I walk amid mossy branchesdraped thick enough to hidean ogre, troll, or a dark elf —let ‘lone the old oak’s eyes. So many hidden paths diverge,and me without a guide. for more from B, click on over: https://berniegourley.com/

POEM – Dry Fountain Wishes – B Gourley (the !n(tro)verted yogi)

https://berniegourley.com/ Sly town stretches along the sea,backed by sacred mountains.And amid shabby, city streetssits a broken fountain. And when the church bells peal at dusk,the drunk, they sing out loud.And all the robbers and the thievesslip through the gathered crowds. Pockets are picked and watches slippedfrom wrists of the hapless.On painted women, gooseflesh shows —theirContinue reading “POEM – Dry Fountain Wishes – B Gourley (the !n(tro)verted yogi)”

Poem: White Light – B. Gourley

https://berniegourley.com/ blinding white light,followed by:ice cream brain freeze — above&between the eyes like a red-hot pokerboring toward the pineal gland some reveled in that feeling others thought they were test driving hell but whatever else it may have been —IT WAS. for more from this deep diver, click on over: https://berniegourley.com/

POEM: Sound [Day 26 NaPoMo: Lyric] – B Gourley

https://berniegourley.com/ Relentless sound, relentlessly pounds —throbbing throughout the town.They crank the volume up so loud;I turn it right back down. But songs sung in quiet, they grindon the sour side of mind.Some lump of cells tries hard to findthe sound below the line. And when the sound yields to silence,my brain asks where it went,andContinue reading “POEM: Sound [Day 26 NaPoMo: Lyric] – B Gourley”

POEM: The Unblemished & the Indelible [Day 22 NaPoMo: Ottava Rima] – Bernie Gourley

[Ottava Rima is an open form of Italian origin. It uses 8-line stanzas with a rhyme scheme of abababcc. English language ottava rima are frequently, but not necessarily, written in iambic pentameter. Historically, this form was most often used for long heroic narratives.] The savior stained in service washes clean.She needn’t worry that blood willContinue reading “POEM: The Unblemished & the Indelible [Day 22 NaPoMo: Ottava Rima] – Bernie Gourley”