Journal Entries for Ernie
Voyage into the PC Screen
August 13th, 2006 8:29 pm MDT
This one's just for fun:
Voyage into the PC Screen
(after John Lennon's "Across the Universe")
Posts are flowing out like endless hail into a hollow box,
They slither as they pass, they squelch across the PC screen
Nebulous nearnesses drifting heedlessly across my screen
Spamming and invading me
Mac PC Linux ohm
Nothing's gonna change e-mail
Nothing's gonna change e-mail
Images of tatooed trees and oar strokes in phosphorescent seas
That call me from my work across the PC screen
Thoughts off topic and tangential restless in my inbox they
Trigger anti-virus scans as they
Make their way into the void
Mac PC Linux ohm
Nothing's gonna change e-mail
Nothing's gonna change e-mail
Emoticons of laughter fonts of mirth are ringing
Through my open Windows trolling and enflaming me
Limitless popups, useless ephemera shine around me like a
Million bytes, they call me on and on
Across the PC screen
Mac PC Linux ohm
Nothing's gonna change e-mail
Nothing's gonna change e-mail
Mac PC Linux Ohm....
© 2005 Ernie
A Dove
August 13th, 2006 8:24 pm MDT
Gathered in a silver bowl
by the river’s edge,
the voice of flowers.
Speak to me. Take my hand.
The thirsty dove I saw,
longing for the morning.
Come, warm your hands
in the sun’s rising.
Here, they hide their eyes
hoping we won’t see
what they cannot look upon.
The wind scatters the seeds
we brush clinging from our coats.
In the sea’s muted calling,
we meet again.
This moment
contains all others.
© 1994, 2002 Ernest
Poems
August 3rd, 2006 8:23 pm MDT
I thought I would post a few of my poems. I'll post more later. I hope you enjoy!
This Morning
August 3rd, 2006 8:20 pm MDT
The wind through dry leaves
like Scarlatti
I am reminded of dunes
and piney wine. The hills
are thrush blue and my hands
fresh from the guitar
long to hold something real.
Or skip stones across the still pond.
© 1993 Ernie
Snapping the Thread
August 3rd, 2006 8:18 pm MDT
On the edge of the green leaf
a caterpillar thread dangles,
supporting the world.
We stumble by, lost
in raging conversation
beneath the overcast and radiant sky,
earth wet with the smell of rain.
Economies of scale recede
in the presence of this light.
The fuzzy one spins on, the world
his in a way we can never know,
we who measure and divide,
naming all the creatures, trading
freedom for dominion
and bitching about the weather,
heedlessly snapping the thread
supporting the world.
© 1994, 2005 Ernie
Great Blue Heron
August 3rd, 2006 8:11 pm MDT
In absence the world is formed.
From light bending shadow
gyres unfolding world egg
shatterer of days, dissolver
of boundaries, demiurge cane upraised:
sunlight on polished walnut,
in the grain planets made of glass
sheath oceans.
Two hands, one center:
the river slowly rises.
Above the eelgrass, great blue heron
gathers the moon in its wings.
(c) 1984 Ernie
One White Horse Uplifting Mountains
August 3rd, 2006 8:08 pm MDT
One white horse stands in the center
of clouds cascading like the sound
rain makes on the windshield
of a stranded car. One white horse is
all he hears between the minutes
of glass. He tramples the ionosphere
in the open hand of some roshi
dipping an oar in black water. One
white horse is my memory of sunset
under waves, or the steady rhythm
of planets around the sun. He arcs
wings of fire and penetrates the forehead
of my secret muse. A hymn of uplifting
mountains before dawn horses wandered
the plains, one white horse urges us on.
(c) 1984 Ernie
