Showing posts with label quatrains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quatrains. Show all posts

Monday, December 11, 2023

Inward Sea

Remembering's such a liquid world,
as if what is recalled swims out of murk--
the mind diving to meet it once again--
and then the memory waggles back to depths.

But what's down there, down deep,
forever, never to swim up again?
There, not there, what weird forgotten
creatures or shards of little shipwrecks

might emerge? You think this as you lean,
look past the edge of now, the present moment
rocking like a boat. Remembering, or not,
you look into that inward sea of yours. 


hans ostrom 2023

Monday, February 20, 2017

Ferocious Form

Is it art or is it nature? Yes.
Starlings' startling flock
masses, fractalates, twists,
and surges in anti-patterns.

Each bird's both medium
and member of the troupe-
image. It is a ferocity of
form, undulating in the afternoon.



hans ostrom 2017