Time Grown Lively

By William Flewelling

Out of the world at hand come insights and experiences of nuances of nature and people and situations and memories, all of which play in the mind and emerge in poems. These poems seek to open the meaning that lurks within the hiddenness of all that is so plain to see in our lives.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 28, 2011
• ISBN: 9781463416812

William Flewelling

I am a retired minister from the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) living in central Illinois. Led by a request from Mildred Corwin of Manua OH when I arrived there in 1976, I long developed and led a series of bible studies there and in LaPorte IN and New Martinsville WV. These studies proved to be very feeding to me in my pastoral work and won a certain degree of following in my congregations. My first study was on 1 Peter, chosen because I knew almost nothing about the book. I now live quietly in retirement with my wife of 54 years, a pair of dogs and several cats.

Book preview

About 4:30 AM

As presage to the dawn, the morning star

appears above the East, the hint of early light

behind its presence. Certainly this bright

allusion to a latent coming spars

with night’s reluctance to relieve its hold

upon these waiting hills as I begin

my sleep-interrupting chore. I note within

the open sky an overcast unsold.

As I go out, the morning star holds sway.

I look away as Arthur moves and cats

come seeking food. I look again; no star

studs nascent light. A cloud has covered its stay

against some stubborn darkness. Still day meets

its hour behind the prescient spark at bar.

WCF

3 July 2009

Thick Haunting Haze

The half moon hangs, haze shrouded, in the dark.

As, haloed in the cloud five times its size,

this oblong luminance fills no one’s eyes;

it merely marks the night sky, leaving stark

and dim the landscape that I walk. I own

familiarity; these cobblestones

address my knowing feet as tactile drones

to cross the way where moonlight would have shone.

Attentive to that shrouded light above

I wonder in my seeing how it leads

my lingering within its apse, to keep

intrigue upon the image of a love

awaiting neverland to shine. So feeds

my lean familiarity at deep.

WCF

18 August 2010

Into The Slit Of Vision

This flip flop toe

set to the floor,

the sole from sole

displaced, the foot

suspended up

in place, the ankle

left bare: a slight

impending grace

articulates

by poise a lilt

of concentrated

intention. Here

fair form in white

(a subtle cream

in lively shades)

approximates

the ballerina’s

particulate

ascent in pose.

WCF

8 June 2006

Conceptual In Fantasy

Bare walls and ceiling match

a polished hardwood