Words Come (for blog – On The Heath – I Of July)

Here’s a poem for me about my work by Ben Truesdale at http://distilledvoice.com/ .

I’m short of words. Humbled by this kind fellow. Thank you from the bottom sir. Made my heart smile 🙂


Words come
Definite in the press of his pen

As if his ball point
Calls the very thing

To its truth
And written absolute

And carves a living thing
Upon the mind’s white page,

Then frees it
From the words’ vehicle

So the image
Stands real and proud

And wordlessly
Three dimensional.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.

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said she loved that I cuddled her as I did
and that I let her breathe

said it was picture perfect
like the Hubble eXtreme Deep Field

said she loved how I kissed her
and how it was more than just about sex

but space


© Heath Muchena, 2015



poetry is not food but seed for thought


© Heath Muchena, 2015


of soulmate

as long as I get to where I’m going

there I’ll meet her


© Heath Muchena, 2015



is god and ghost to man



© Heath Muchena, 2015



living by the sea and mountains

can’t help but think

I must ascend
or sink


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your worth is not what you have

but what you can get


see, I lost a stack

but made double back


because I always bet all on myself


so worry about your work

not so much your wallet


© Heath Muchena, 2015



certain words invite stories, create characters and suggest atmosphere, demand action, and so forth

know this and let them take form


© Heath Muchena, 2015



I live to work hard

so I can die doing what I love


© Heath Muchena, 2015


Burnside Blues

they stopped riverside

and she poured her fluid on the xenopus
dissipating any doubt, but not the shame, that she could not hide

knowing now she was carrying Thomas’ child


© Heath Muchena, 2015