Poetry from Nathan Whiting

LOOK ⎬ MOON ECLIPSES MOON

Dry fingertips ⎯ kiss each other, ⎯intimacy shared→ by opposite

    ⏐       ⏐ 

       alter alert                              Our origins ⎯have given us        hands

    ⏐     change     ⏐

         nerves,         ⭣ which

    ↓     fidelity     ⏐

      when close.     silently;   interchangeably     grab

caress air-fibers        ↓

    |                     nearself.

      lyrical — lovely — level

Pearls Pearls,     ↓

           🡙           balance.

         can change be united   [?]   yet at times

              time

            wants a reaction,

                    a rush felt → transferable

  among zesty fingertips 

     ⏐

        clasp thin-jointed sensitivity belonging

 ⏐ to butterflies —?— instars.  

        how  

                   touch — subtle in progress — brushes flightful wings.

 ↓

         lives in each person: puppet play.  

OUTDOORS:  A SHELTER 

      Ice

     ice       light-caverns enter ice.             untired …

                  ⭡        ice                         … nuthatch ⮍ 

Diamond clear ⭣   🠁

        a brutal atmosphere   …  pine shivers, junco quakes ⭢ wonderful

          frost glares enthusiastic   …     or not in unison.

  ⭣ I (ice)

where …→ bears …→ confirm …→ winter.

          |

      flames … → burst

⭣ ⭣

      illuminate treachery dreams.

       manipulate how snow

      is traded;

      ⭣

  We know death …🡢 wonderous !       We see the Perfect Forest.

        {in our slumber}                     but perfection

              bites     in earth-mouths must never

bites   bites    bite such food

                         bites           ↘  ↘           bit

       bites     bites                 ⮏ {the word moves} ⮍

                    bites     bit             asleep

  bites       too many       bites           ↘  

  bites   awake,

                                             for ideal bears             ⭢            hidden from moods.

FRUIT RINDS — FRUIT SEEDS — PROTECT THEM

I invite   fruit flies  fruit flies  fruit flies   she would expel. 

                             I ⎯comb obsession.→ No! 

        ⏐     ⏐

              worry,           A need    

      Lately ⎯old—she warily concerns→ routine 

          ⏐     another (my) holds ⏐

     which       ↓                                    ↓       rituals

          ⏐       mind ⎯could confuse→ her ⏐

    crumb       with

⏐   pears ⏐

     goes     garbage,

↓ ↓

   with which         wraps it

     scrap? ⎯ Shared decades flit higher→ with care. 

    ⭥

Instinctive → then trained

      ⏐     by

        I take in     —      air, our breaths tour

        ↓               ↓

        the room           the world 

    with   fruit flies         where trash

      ↓          deepens, more complex.

      more room         ↙

     taken — we a pair long close,

      tolerance     a location 

      the inches forgiveness allows — for life.

FEBRUARY 1 ≡ POWER BEYOND         2021

    As I write       this

         a blur             ↓

      converges    over     snow ⮇

          and          from the blizzard I watch

  ↓   ⮡  our window.

         flows ⮆⮆⮆ fiercely raged ⮆ over the words,

               ↘   ⮇ 

        and I       streaks

      ↘   ↓

                         believe       of white

        ↙       ↘   ↓

    suddenly         these       across

   ↙       ↘   ↓

     in my       are not gray

      eager        ↘   ↓ 

insignificance,         the best     white

      ↓       ↘ ↙

    terrible when eyes       letters! ⮆ air-engraved : : : :

can        not        adjust

within calm importance.

Snow pours 🢫 imagination → faster → faster ⮆ faster. 

I

            α    cannot see

        vast need       how the storm works ⮆ flake darts ⮆ self-bloom, twirled

astutely          ⮇           ⮏

found    ζ           decisive → brings obscure wonder – – – – – wisdom