Erasure

©2015 Nicole Rigets

“… you can go back into it and find something else…”, someone said.

“Ripping out a page steals the silence.” N.Rigets

Found Poems go back to the time of T.S. Elliott

 

“Launch each Moment”Sita

 

 

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Dream VII

Fully developed

fantasy vision life.

Can’t sleep

dream.

Demoralizing inward

strength to go,

have your tongue and swallow anger,

Embark painful self

I envy.

Thrilling people

turn the page.

©2015 Nicole Rigets

 

Many chapters had been roughly torn from a paperback… I received three pages.  I searched to find a poem by connecting an assemblage of words between, above, and below the printed text in front of me.  This is how ‘Dream VII’ was written.

©2015 Nicole Rigets

Sensory Imagery

"Untitled"
“Untitled” ©2015 Mark Teasdale Photography

Mark Teasdale photographed this event Live… and is now producing a series of Altered Images based on his originals. See more of his work at: https://www.flickr.com/photos/bcbusinesshub/

Teasdale & I have collaborated on Artworks in the past.  This Photograph evokes feelings spoken through a Haiku ©N.R. Rigets.

“Play the role around, around,

Spot leopard divine

Rings and nails and circus eves.”

©2015 Nicole Rigets

 

This Ink is Bugging Me

Journal Entry October 22nd, 2014:  I’m not expressing myself well today.  This ink is bugging me – it’s too strong and all wrong for my mood.  I remember I purchased it to write up a condolence card.

This insightful poem is from a series I wrote called:  “Eat the Whole Bag”.  It was written well before K.A.’s end came, in the sad form of Divorce, and a Forced Sale.

“The Katherine Ann House”

Her house was as jumbled as a junkyard,

"The sun's leaving the day with a hard, cold kiss."
‘K.A.’                                                                             The sun’s leaving the day with a hard, cold kiss.

as warm as a tea cozy,

as old as her Grandmother’s thimble,

as worn as a Sterling locket,

as winning as a war,

as engaging as a lock…

and as fatal as an affair.

©2015 Nicole Rigets

Paper Hearts along the Sill

Happiest of times

before they kissed you goodbye

never grew long roots.

"Impressions IV"
“Impressions IV”
"Impressions VI"
“Impressions VI”
"Impressions V"
“Impressions V”

A Document of Light and Expression.  My camera is a buffer:  a shield;  it sits close to my heart.

©2015 Nicole Rigets

Hemlock Whispers

I asked the hemlock,

“How much have you seen”?

His rustic bark seeps

with sap and secrets.

I let chords from my heart

weave their way into

the chords of his trunk.

“How much have you seen”, I say.

A seaplane scoots across above,

the engine drowns out

the hemlock’s reply

and all to be heard

is my very long sigh.

Eat & Chew Overdone Laughter

Limes & Gladiolas

Sitting by the Limes

Hockey on T.V.

Left Side (L.S.)

Dark-haired Man

in black turtleneck

Far Right (F.R.)

All shapes & colors

of glass bottles

in between L.S. & F.R.

“Domes of Glasses”

Man with dark

hair, white golf

shirt & trendy

eyeglasses at

opposite end of bar

(O.E.O.B.)

and out past O.E.O.B.

a heritage brick

BLDG 6 storeys

high with 3 trees – light green dark green yellow-green mix

Woman with

long hair

Heads thrown

back, mouths

open wide:

showing strong

white teeth

Laughter, loud,

overdone, new

relationship

excites.

Hands waving

up, back & forth

up & down very

fast, now steadied

by a glass of wine.

He manfully

eats & chews

his meal as if

he has taken

big bites of her

and is digesting

this encounter.

His hard &

punishing body

language softens

with his “kitten”

next to him &

he begins to

settle into an

interview by

learned response.

The line is the

same well

rehearsed,

mandatory prelude

to a loving interlude

Her finger waves

& points, he leans

forward, appearing

interested.

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Paper and Wood

“Paper White”

I’m paper, I’m wood,

Others say I’m not good.

I bleed & I boil

In Millenium toil.

Sambuca’s my nitro,

I don’t have a right to,

Fame, Fortune, Gain or Reward.

My mind’s going crazy,

My future is hazy,

My Love’s pierced my heart with his sword.

50 years of days being a good little girl,

Have led me to places where others are cruel,

Welfare to West Van, I saw the way,

To escape all oppression, and brighten each day,

It worked for awhile,

then life wore me down,

and the man that I love

changed his smile

to a frown.

I’ve let my hair down,

I want to be me,

excited and wanton

and explicitly free,

Mysterious nights, Sirocco days,

Love in my heart,

my thighs, and my ways.

I’m going to control me,

I’m going to be thin,

let others in

To my world carved from life.

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Saturday Night on “The Drive”

October 31/November 1, 1997.

PASSING A DARK

CHOCOLATE DIPPED

GINGER SPEAR PAST

MY LIPS, I INHALE

THE MYSTERIOUS

PERFUME OF CIGAR

SMOKE.  IT GIVES A

RICH & EXOTIC FLAVOUR

TO THE SUGARY

CHOCOLATE PASSING

BETWEEN MY LIPS

AND TEETH.

UP ANOTHER GROOVY

BLOCK, A NON-

INDIVIDUAL CON-

CENTRATES HARD

OVER A SMALL CRUMB

OF COCAINE.  ROCK,

SO MINISCULE, KNIFE

OVERPOWERS, BEADS

OF SWEAT FROZEN

ABOVE BROW, NOW!

TOO HARD AND IT WILL

SKID INTO FINITE

SPACE, REALITY

STOPPED TOO SMALL

TO MAKE A DIFFER-

ENCE, TOO INSIGNIFICANT

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

UP ANOTHER CHAOTIC

BLOCK, NOISE FUELS

THE SPACE, FILLS THE

HEAD.  T.V. SATELLITE,

BOOMING JUNKERS,

VOICES, LOUD.  ALL

TONES, ALL PITCHES,

LANGUAGES, MENTALITIES

EMOTIONS, DRAMA,

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

I’M IN A MOVIE,

SILENT CAMERAS.

FILMING NEVER

CEASES, FILLS EACH

NERVE, EVERY BRAIN

CELL, COMPLETING

SENSES.

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

SHOUTING, THE

GLOBE REVEALS

ITSELF ON 5 SCREENS

PLAYING SIMULTANEOUSLY

INCESSANTLY,

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

SEARCH FOR SIGNIFICANCE.

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~  ~~ ~~ ~~

PIERCING SHRIEKS,

PIERCING EARS,

PIERCING NOSES, NOISES

AND ALL OTHER

BODY PARTS.  TATTOO

YOU.

SHARP PENETRATION

OF MEN’S COLOGNE

ADAMANTLY AND

REPEATEDLY,

VOCALLY

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

SUDDENLY,

HE CAME!

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

FUSING BEAUTY

& HEAVY METAL

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

MESHING

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Savage Persuasion


"Yellow-Striped Violins"

Yellow-Striped Violin

The heart rides the strings of the bow

against the silence

Cries escape from a pleasure never known

Now a torturous ecstasy

as passion is released

as passion escapes

in all directions of the soul

Slack-faced, mind driven asunder

in the sonance of a women freshly loved

A woman taken by the powerful

longing of a male presence

clinging to the life of the strings

Joy pulsating!

Veins open

Serenity resides along inner chambers

Nerves become pathways of grace

An awakening at a window

with linens so bright

they light the room.

"... reminiscing the covers of Romance Novels and Classical L.P.'s"

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

How Many Suns…

"Cones"

Jackpine

how many artists

have caught the

wind in your branches.

How many birds

maneuver

their claw-like

feet

between your sharp

needles.

How many suns

have you greeted

and raised your arms to.

How many souls

have sat with their

back against your

tough rough trunk.

Jackpine how many

lifetimes will you

see in us.  How many

rings do we have.

Pinus Banksiana

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets