Bending Light Into Verse


A whirring
Contraption;

A vast
Expanse
Of Steel

Over blood
Over steel,

Winding away.

Tick-tock.

Oceans and armies,
Cats and dogs,
Planets and stars,

The whole
Shebang.

The Golden Age of Phosphorusin which we seethe extent to which a fragment of thought can no longer be cropped
Of lambent flame you have whole sheets 
from the melting pot through eXXXagerated predictive models
new readers who had no size-changing abilities in 1898
because all chemical bonds are bound to deteriorate 
The city official may require additional treatment for clinical depression.
They patented industrial Molybdenum, helping to usher in
the demise of prose and classical spelling
to enable them a shifting spectrum set upon the throne
and various available falsifiers, herein a habitat 
for the love of the present, a real fleece
and relationships with skeletal populations 
these waters release, down back of dogs’ throat 
where stratified teachers educate without touching them
-Nicholas Michael Ravnikar 

** from: bending light into verse|every picture tells a story - by Jen Tomaloff

The Golden Age of Phosphorus
in which we seethe extent to which a fragment of thought can no longer be cropped

Of lambent flame you have whole sheets 

from the melting pot through eXXXagerated predictive models

new readers who had no size-changing abilities in 1898

because all chemical bonds are bound to deteriorate 

The city official may require additional treatment for clinical depression.

They patented industrial Molybdenum, helping to usher in

the demise of prose and classical spelling

to enable them a shifting spectrum set upon the throne

and various available falsifiers, herein a habitat 

for the love of the present, a real fleece

and relationships with skeletal populations 

these waters release, down back of dogs’ throat 

where stratified teachers educate without touching them

-Nicholas Michael Ravnikar 

** from: bending light into verse|every picture tells a story - by Jen Tomaloff

Set me out, adriftstaring up at the skysoaking in the azurewhile the waves loosen my fistslet worries and fears  sift out between fingerslanguidly freefalling to the ocean floor.Pull me back, after awhileafter the peacehas finally seeped inserenity that can’t be faded in the sun or lost in so many grains of sand.-Lisa Adamowicz Kless

** from: bending light into verse|every picture tells a story - by Jen Tomaloff

Set me out, adrift
staring up at the sky
soaking in the azure
while the waves
loosen my fists
let worries and fears 
sift out between fingers
languidly freefalling
to the ocean floor.
Pull me back, after awhile
after the peace
has finally seeped in
serenity that can’t be faded
in the sun or lost
in so many grains of sand.

-Lisa Adamowicz Kless

** from: bending light into verse|every picture tells a story - by Jen Tomaloff