Resister or Resistor?

Words and spelling catch my eye.  What am I?  What words do I use to express current feelings and explorations?  I see the word “resistor” on social media and it looks wrong.  I went to several dictionaries.

resistor

[ri-zis-ter]
noun, Electricity.
1.  a device designed to introduce resistance into an electric circuit.

resister

listed as the noun for “resist.”
1. to strive to fend off or offset the actions, effects or force of
2.  to remain firm against the actions, effects of for of; withstand
3.  to keep keep from giving in to or enjoying; to offer resistance.  synonym:  oppose

 

What are you?

Aperture

 

just-hand-and-sun

 

She opens her hand

catching sunlight.

The lines of her palm—

life, love and fortune—

different than the day

before.

 

Star patterns change,

Water ripples change.

Now changes in her heart.

A gate opens for peace.

C.J. Prince

©2016

POEM TWENTY SEVEN

 

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What Does She See?

 

Her mother’s words rise up

like dandelions in spring,

ubiquitous.

 

Hack, whack or mow them down

and still they rise again.

You must suffer for beauty.

 

She wonders now

if she can even define

the details or the results.

 

She sees the little lines of life

become creases

and then crevices.

 

Mirror, mirror are you true?

What does suffering require?

A little gold chain

 

edging from ear to ear

tucked under,

 to hold up her double chin?

 

or a surgeons scalpel

to make her face a drum

so tight she can’t smile?

 

She wonders

if that’s what her mother meant.

What was her mother’s other expression?

 

Beauty is only skin deep.

 Copyright 2013

C.J. Prince

Truth vs Dogma

I used to know The Truth.  Truth with a capitol letter walked with the swag of dogma.  Dogma presenting with a snide grin and accompanied by narrow mindedness and insufficient facts that draw a bead on truth but even then might miss the bulls eye as it rips the target.

The eyes of truth tremble in a kaleidoscope and you cannot scope it out.  The vain attempt to get the truth as if you were a reporter.  You give up the search for Upper Case Truth but find that even lower case is an illusive character.  You’ve chased both cases all your life, allowing always for new input, which simply erases or smudges what is known.

Put on your roller skates and follow truth down the sidewalk on his/her gender neutral skateboard.  Soon you are bored with repetition and are jolted awake as Truth leaps a wall and dives into bubbling waters to swim beyond your ken.  You know nothing, the ken of no thing.

No one can know the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you god and the judge will not even mention your goddess so you’d just best not go to court with this truth issue binding your tongue.

Truth is a perception in a moment.  Moments should hold Truth aloft to praise and admire but you know you would admire truth at your own risk.  You slump down in your chair, admitting this truth search is risky business.  Still you wander out under the fir trees, search under garden rocks and watch sow bugs roll into tight wads of hidden truth you will never figure out.

Out in the open baring your truth-grasping kite  to the wind, or inside with your nose in a book, you do not notice truth laughing at the top of the cedar tree.  Only the wind or full moon light will tell you that trees are truth keepers, silently rooting and listening to whispering breezes and drumming rains.

Should the truth rain down, you’d probably pop up an umbrella and then filter it for contamination and still you will only find a nugget of its essence which might be sufficient for some but never enough for you.

When it comes to you, this moment of truth, true knowing, will you be aware?  Some day you may hold a handful of truth and toss it aside, thinking it is grime.  You will wash your hands of truth.

Drop your dogma in the garbage disposal and polish your trifocals because truth might be just around the next corner.