Monday, March 08, 2010Bloggers' Words - Is It You?Bloggers' Words words on my screen tokens of life well lived speaking of actions, attitudes options, for living words of one's journey signs, revealing and deep challenging me to thrive, live choose, grow words launched into timeless space floating in e-land, wandering coming home and sinking deep lifting, my heart sings words from you, my friend.
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Friday, March 05, 2010The Sea - A Poem from MemoryThe Sea Swirls of foam around my ankles Wiggling toes intwine archaic sands Minnows dart, carving the tidal plane Sun bares upon my bare back Gulls sing anthems of the dawn Waves rise in the distance, announcing the coming change Hear it roll closer, ascending Fleeing tides rip sand and shell away Sand moves beneath my feet, as the wave breaks Salt burns, eyes and nose Water cascades off of me Surpries of familiar currents Laughter swells within my sea My soul welcomed home Bellows joy
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Monday, March 01, 2010From Dusk to Dawn
From Dusk to Dawn
Before dawn The moon looms Bright, bold Shining through the film Of clouds Sliding across her Like lace gliding off your Shoulders Last night… Labels: emotion, gender stuff, poetry, word play, writing
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Friday, February 26, 2010On Having Lunch at Panera - RepostThe din resonates Countless voices frantically Proclaim facades and personas Below the cascade Simplistic souls stand Wall flowers alone and longing Within, a voice asks Shall we dance? *I wrote this one a while back after having lunch at Panera Bread. Labels: blogging, poetry, sacred moments, writing
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Monday, February 22, 2010String QuartetString Quartet It is a mess at first The bow strikes and glides across a single string and back again The note wobbles for a moment Then settles to a steady call Joined then by the rocking and striated rhythms Of another set of strings And another Then another The tatters of sound assemble Like clouds and squalls Of a sea storm Then silence before the storm Slowly comes the rain The thunder The wind Singing softly its message We are awash in a sea Of harmonies and melodies Here it is useless to navigate This storm will take us where it wills Surrender is always The best option When accosted By beauty
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Thursday, February 18, 2010In The Sand*In the sand Our foot prints Hearts Shells Kisses Lines left by the tide Castles Dog paws Cans Bodies Tears Clothes Dreams Names Our Life time In the sand *I grew up at the beach. I spent a great deal of time day and night, wandering the shores, feeling and exploring the sands of that shore and all that could be lived and love. There isn't much I haven't done on those shores. There is a lot of life lived, left and found there... Labels: beach, meanderings, poetry, sacred moments, stories, word play, writing
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Wednesday, February 17, 2010IF, by Rudyard KiplingI was named after the book Kim, by author Rudyard Kipling. Early in my childhood, my mother introduced me to one of his poems. It has always challenged and inspired me in life. IF If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! -Rudyard Kipling Labels: emotion, family, father's wisdom, life on life's terms, poetry, word play, writing
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010Red House Talking - A PoemDuring a visit to Levering Orchard, I spoke with one of the owners about his childhood memories of home, a house that now stands empty and in disrepair, yet a dominate fixture overlooking the orchard. It seemed to speak to me. Red House Talking heat scared twisted tin metal remains of the shelter of generations once marking the boundary between security sky and seasons' harsh torments of ice and wind once shielding mother and child and keeping home hearth's warmth within sentinel timbers stand charred remnants of hard taught lessons essential knowings of words and deed those shadows of learning that walk with us stand undaunted, proclaiming our way through life's course holding us to right of way pane-less windows black and lost tell of eyes peering outward watching for familiar faces tracing memories in winter's vapor smudged glass and of curtains drawn tightly muffling the magic giggles of life long love and randy youth now the boundaries of roof and wall yield openly, freeing lives long bound here as prolific gaps grasp not even nature's breeze releasing it to dance delightfully resting on my mind and dream before wafting on leaving a whisper of a voice talking with a red accent
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Friday, January 29, 2010Dancing DeathThe painter stands apart from the painting The poet lays aside the parchment The sculptor steps back from the statue Each, in turns applies craft upon an object Releasing it, complete and whole They remain. Where then, do we find the line separating the dancer from the dance? Body, spirit and movement are at once creator and creation The dance exists only with and only in a moment of movement And in its incessant demand to be, the dance will – always does – Consume the dancer leaving Him draped across the floor Her broken over the chair Leaving them worn thin in each other’s arms Only able to gasp a memory of remembering The dance, only shadows of their life Gone Is the dance As the dance continues upon Another one, two, three… Labels: meanderings, music, poetry, sacred moments, stories
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009Waving GoodbyeA Child Pats the water with her foot Ripples Spread gently, caressing the surface Gliding outward, searching for shore Fading to smooth Tiny toes Break the fluid plain Movement Life upon the stillness Reaching Longing Hoping for a place to land Again and again Each gentle touch fades Weakened waves reaching Never touching the distant sand Destination SPLASH! Surges churn turbulence of sea Arms and legs violate the stillness Liquid rage calls To the depths Unknown concentric waves Demanding, diminishing, stopping Stillness Descending shimmers Calming the spot Closing the circle Cessation Now On a distant shore Small ripples lap the sand Lap the sand Home -Once, an Adolescent that I knew took her own life. This poem is dedicated to Cathy. Labels: life on life's terms, poetry, sacred moments, writing
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Friday, October 16, 2009Your Beauty Stops
Your beauty
Laid out before me Stops Your beauty Laid out before me Orange hues wrapped in purple haze This sky Brushed upon a palette By the descending of the sun Layers Broadcasting the coming night Filled with hope and promise Your beauty is laid out for me A beauty that seeks me Reaches out and touches my eyes Causing them to scan for you A beauty that grazes my thoughts Hunting for understanding Beyond knowing the work of light Reflecting through prisms And chemicals reacting in mist Longing to be known Your beauty Laid out before me ready to be known As in an embrace lovers know The caress of wonder Possibilities of tomorrow In each gentle sigh Each kiss of moisture Your beauty Laid out before me stops Longing is left alone Desire Calm and undisturbed Even as your wonder Strikes the lenses of my sight Pounding Nothing but a distant echo Is heard Tonight… Labels: blogging, emotion, gender stuff, poetry, sacred moments, word play, writing
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Saturday, September 26, 2009I Found Myself HummingI found myself Humming into the mattress With you It was an accidental thing An exhale that sent a slight vibration Through the sheets I enjoyed the sound The sense Of my humming Beside you – with you The vibrant ripples made me giggle And roll joyfully Leaving all tension and dis-ease I found myself Humming into the mattress Thank you Labels: emotion, family, life on life's terms, meanderings, music, poetry
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Saturday, September 12, 2009Tuesday, September 08, 2009The Beach RemembersThe beach remembers Lover's tastes and trash And it can't forget
Too many breezes blow In strong currents And sand tossing tourists Piles of humanity Discarded playthings And burnt butts Cans crushed under foot Seasoned among sea oats And barley stained His hands upon her Rumpled sands swaying And tides wetting Every passion gets remembered By the beach beneath us And our trash Labels: emotion, family, life on life's terms, meanderings, poetry, sacred moments, sea, spirituality, vacation destinations
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Monday, August 31, 2009Dangerous Passions?A number of weeks back, several friends sent me the same link to a wonderful video of Elizabeth Gilbert speaking on the angst of artistic genius. I'm not purporting to be a genius, but I have had my share of artistic challenges. My first true passion was acting. I felt more alive when acting, soaking up the spot light and wrestling with the nuances of character development than I did living my real life. I achieved some modest success while making acting my hobby throughout my life including some professional time with a North Carolina Shakespeare Company, and several cable-run commercials. During college I discovered creative writing and I've had a few article published (during my time as a pastor). Sermon writing, at its best, is a highly creative venue and I relished in both the creation and presentation of sermons for 15 years. In each of my creative adventures, I discovered the same reality – satisfaction of the urge to create and the compulsion to be a part of something new and dramatic is fleeting. Often, upon reflection on my own creative internal disturbance, I am left with the following apparent and unsavory thought - The creative spirit, as embodied in so many artists, is its own bane. The artist can devote his/herself to the task fully and in doing so risk a rapid burn or can deny the very passion of the soul and lead a life of frustrated mediocrity. My trouble with this thought is that I don’t want it to be true. Is it possible for an artist to pursue his passion and not self destruct? Is there something in the nature of art that demands the humanity of the artist and leaves her broken? There is more to say here, but I would rather leave it for your comments. So, dear reader, is your artistic passion dangerous? Labels: blogging, emotion, life on life's terms, meanderings, poetry, prose, writing
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009A Pending Epitaph - Paint Me NotPaint Me Not Paint me not in shades of brilliant blue and red Coloring over my misguided lines of glossy black And smeared greys Don’t layer me over with sentiment and morality Forgetting my deformity of thought And bare deeds Have the fortitude to lay it out As I was and am naked and old, withered And decaying now My life will be dust soon enough and should not be concealed while it can be revealed. Note: Inspiration comes when it is ready. I was viewing a photo and a post over at MelodyWatson.com and somehow, my thoughts and feelings lead to the poem above... Labels: blogging, emotion, family, life on life's terms, meanderings, poetry, writing
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Sunday, August 16, 2009Listening BadlyYou don’t mean badly of it Your constant chatter About your thoughts, life moments Ongoing strident tones Filling every silence to brimming I don’t mean badly of it Listening half heartily To worn tires chatting Over tired pavement Rhythms rising from empty drums Labels: blogging, gender stuff, hiking, life on life's terms, poetry
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009Just Not Feeling ItI am mostly a happy person. I enter each day with a determination to be positive, smile and find the opportunity in every challenge. Yes, I am one of those people. Today, I wasn't able to make it happen. Nothing bad happened. Nothing monumental broke or went awry. Yet, I have found this day empty of enthusiasm and lacking in luster. Chalk it up to "one of those days." One of Those Days Walking through cement Wading in the swamp Paddling up stream Strolling up the down escalator And Simply not really caring about getting there We are all allowed one of those days. Right? Labels: emotion, life on life's terms, poetry, spirituality
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Thursday, June 25, 2009The Thinning of OneThe Thinning of One If I am not careful With my thoughts My ideas Plans Dreams I will become thin On artistic endeavors Of creativity Possibilities Virility Thin Is transparent Lifeless etching Labels: emotion, gender stuff, life on life's terms, poetry, word play, writing
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009MemorialOften spoken words lose meaning Labels: blogging, emotion, meanderings, poetry, spirituality
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Saturday, May 02, 2009Birthday SongToday is my Birthday, so I'm singing this special birthday song. "Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis is your birthday song, It isn't very long." Bye. Labels: blogging, emotion, family, life on life's terms, meanderings, poetry, songs, word play
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Saturday, March 21, 2009Spainsh MossClinging to branches among the oaks Timeless observer of time’s passing You sway through breezes and revolutions Directing humanity’s passage As if orchestrating a divine symphony With nothing but a wisp connecting you To the lofty vantage from which you observe Coy and unaffected Your slight presence fans our dreams As a winter wind stirs the smoldering fire Little more than air feeds you A hint of sea salt to spice your tasting Of our adventures and chaos You remain, lingering luscious As the memory of a lover’s sigh Eternally upon us Labels: blogging, emotion, family, poetry, spirituality, travel, word play
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Monday, February 09, 2009Writing Class
I'm taking a writing class for the next five weeks and since one of our suggestions is to forgo wqriting on the keyboard in favor of paper and pen - I'll be more absent than usual from my blog.
I'm excited. In the mean time visit The Sanctuary and Christopher. Labels: blogging, poetry, spirituality, word play
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Tuesday, February 03, 2009Thursday, January 29, 2009ForestFearRemember when We found the forest Together Intense, alluring and terrible We cowered in fear Shadows danced Masked marauders set on our capture Thorns, impenetrable barriers Pole arms of razor steel To strip flesh and life from bone Time We eventually found our way Safely among these harrowing acquaintances Shadows became nuances of light Painting images of complex contrast upon Canvases of hope Spears’ edges, properly marked and navigated Became safe havens Briar patches of protection Time Now, you and I Are bored and dumb Silently wishing for Another forest to conquer Labels: blogging, emotion, gender stuff, poetry, spirituality, travel
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Thursday, January 22, 2009Walking Free
perspiration trails down jaw lines
the journey of necessity vigilance arms stretch outward balancing delicate steps along the precipice of doubt pained muscles constrict and release in rhythm a waltz that dances ever forward withered cravings scream threats rebellion and unwillingness fear wisps of liberated mist rise once bound to soil and stone now free rising supportive hands appear lifting forever a small piece of weighty matter relief Labels: blogging, emotion, exercise, hiking, life on life's terms, poetry, spirituality, word play
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Wednesday, January 07, 2009Entanglement
By the last micro thread of the spider’s web
Hanging In a delicate balancing between desire to be free From the casket of this cocoon And to be safe from the fall to the ground How came I upon this entanglement But by little things, single threads of erroneous Actions Quiet discontentment resting feather-light Clinging unassumingly to the sleeve of my façade Until Movement through my own self Became hindered and slowly, progressed to Halting proportions lost in one immobile Case Suspended by the last filament of my attachment To you Labels: blogging, emotion, meanderings, poetry, spirituality, word play
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Resolute LivingWe are far enough into the New Year that I have heard and read my fair share of New Year’s posts and opinions. I guess I’ll take a moment and share my thoughts. I do well to look not so much at what I want to change, but what I am currently doing that is working. Even a momentary reflection on the characteristics of my life that contribute to my success reveals simple habits that, while often difficult to follow, are essential to getting anything done. This year I am beginning with a New Year’s Renew list. I am renewing my commitment to the habits and actions that are a part of my success and then looking at a few things I want to accomplish with these proven, daily habits. The difference is that I am focusing on resolute living rather than living a list of resolutions. Resolute Living
Resolutions for 2009
I am sure there is more, but this is what I have for here, for now… Labels: 2009, blogging, emotion, exercise, family, hiking, music, poetry, spirituality, travel, vacation destinations, word play, work out
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Monday, January 05, 2009A Dream
soft clouds
of unknowing drifting awareness of twilight moments of passion, pain find us and lead us home again Labels: emotion, poetry, spirituality, word play
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Sunday, December 21, 2008Washing Clean BluesHer hair Strummed by tears Falls a mess upon the pillows The blues Broadcasted in waves Washes him down off her The morning will find her empty, but clean. Labels: emotion, gender stuff, life on life's terms, poetry, songs, spirituality, word play
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Sunday, November 16, 2008Perhaps This World Needs
As I strive for self actuation
Demanding more of my mind, spirit and body each day Determined to succeed, to claim yesterday’s distant horizon As today’s dawn It occurs to me that I might have it all wrong What if these images of status and position That haunt my mind each evening are self contrived And the resistance that pushes me backward Each hard fought day is prophetic What if my truth is that This world simply needs another bum? Labels: emotion, life on life's terms, meanderings, poetry, spirituality, word play
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Thursday, November 13, 2008Muscial Guest
As a member of Rotary, I am privileged to hear a variety of people speak on any number of topics. From revolutionaries to politicians, I hear the stories, missions, beliefs and art of people who are seeking to impact the world around them with the gifts and values they hold dear.
Today, we had a musical guest, Laurelyn Dossett of “Polecat Creek.” Laurelyn Dosset has a delightful manner and shares willingly of her passion for music, life’s stories and nuances, and her artistic prowess. Learn more about her music with Polecat Creek here and her musical theater endeavors at her site, here. What fun. Labels: Laurelyn Dosset, music, poetry, Polecat Creek, songs, word play
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Monday, November 03, 2008The Last Cicada
The last cicada sings
Into the crisp fall air A final call of Fall’s end, winter’s era Leaves cling To branches high Not one wants To release and die A father dreams Of his son’s flight But silence returns From this season’s night [Chorus] Seasons change Seasons go Season remain Ever so slow Summer leaves To find its fall The stillness breaks Upon us all The last cicada sings The final tear falls We are cold We are so small A baby cries Her first breath of life Mother’s arms are gone An women will live in strife [Chorus] Sometimes we must burrow Deep into the earth Waiting there, searching For the matter of our birth Remembering when we can That as this begins We can return as The last cicada sings [Chorus] The last cicada sings Into the crisp fall air A final call of Fall’s end, winter’s era Leaves cling To branches high Not one wants To release and die NOTE: in the depths of a hike in SC, i heard a lone cicada. while only weeks before i had heard the deafening noise of thier community screaming, only one remained. the words above come from that last cicada's song. Labels: blogging, emotion, hiking, poetry, songs, travel, word play
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Sunday, October 26, 2008Monday, October 20, 2008Wisdom
An illusive wisp
Sophia dancing From our grasp and swirling Into brief awareness Remembered only as afterthoughts Insulting epiphanies Propelling us to the next level Of incompetence Labels: emotion, poetry, spirituality, word play
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Tuesday, October 14, 2008Tanked
The sputter can surprise us
Running wide ass open Taking no prisoners Casting laughter like caution To the wind Blowing up a storm of passionate dreams And friends cheering us on The road turns, twisting Thought and perceptions Into unrecognizable shards Broken, poured out, spilled Across memories of tomorrow’s Dreamers awake When the fuel of creation Runs dry Thus fools rush in Where angels fear to tread And shout "Fill’er UP!" Labels: gas prices, poetry, spirituality, travel
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Sunday, October 05, 2008An Evening of Musical Empowerment
Saturday evening I had a disturbingly wonderful night of music thanks to the folks at Mack and Mack Clothing, Triad Acoustic Stage and the Queen of the Eighty Eights – Kelley Hunt!
Ok, I must confess that prior to this event I had never even heard of Kelley Hunt. How my life ever had the illusion of completeness without knowledge and experience of this woman’s music, I shall never know. Her art, passion and superb talent reached deep into my spirit and shook out, up and over my blues and boogie-woogie. Google her up and take a listen. You will be glad you did – otherwise, completeness will remain beyond your grasp. Be sure and check out her songs 'Mercy' and 'Love.' Labels: emotion, Kelley Hunt, Mack and Mack Clothing, poetry, spirituality, Triad Acoustic Stage
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Sunday, September 21, 2008Sunday, September 07, 2008Congruence
I believe we all wander through life, at times or for a time, cloaked with various masks, skins of textured facades, living as much with our fabricated external selves as with our inner truth. Therein rests our deepest self, the pain, loss, ache of life’s journeys won and lost. Therein lies that being so often sought and revered as the true self, the real us – with its’ complete measure of joy and depth.
Yet, is either the outer or inner more real? Are we not both mask and soul? The beauty and grace of the dance, without the well hidden strain and sweat of the all but stumbling artist would not exist, nor would the precarious effort have any value, but for the fabric of the art finding form. It is a dance, of sorts, this thing we call life - isn't it? Labels: meanderings, poetry, spirituality
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Sunday, August 24, 2008Spanish Moss Spanish Moss Clinging to branches among the oaks Timeless observer of time's passing You sway through breezes and revolutions Directing humanity's passage As if orchestrating a divine symphony With nothing but a wisp connecting you To the lofty vantage from which you Observe us, coy and unaffected Your slight presence fans our dreams As a winter wind stirs the smoldering fire Little more than air feeds you A hint of sea salt to spice your tasting Of our adventures and chaos You remain, lingering luscious As the memory of a lover's sigh Eternally upon us
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Wednesday, August 20, 2008Success Is When You Win
The Pelican
A wonderful bird is the pelican, His mouth can hold more than his belly can, He can hold in his beak, Enough food for a week! I'm damned if I know how the hell he can! -Dixon Lanier Merritt, a Southern newspaper editor and President of the American Press Humorists Association, penned this famous limerick in 1910. It is carved in stone and displayed prominently at Brook Green gardens in SC. Watching several Pelicans feed in the tributaries of Murrells Inlet, SC, I was taken by how often they fail to catch fish. It is fairly easy to mark a successful dive, as the stately bird will raise its beak skyward to send the fish wiggling down its gullet. I began keeping score. I counted a total of twenty five dives between four birds and could only verify a catch seven times. With a slightly better than 25% success rate, these gobbling fowl still are known as great fishers. I guess nature confirms the old saying, “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.” 1. Hunger for something will keep you trying. 2. The pain of failure is quickly forgotten once the benefits of success arrive. 3. Never give up. Labels: life on life's terms, poetry, travel
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Friday, August 15, 2008On Having Lunch at Panera
The din resonates
Countless voices frantically Proclaim facades and personas Below the cascade Simplistic souls stand Wall flowers alone and longing Within, a voice asks Shall we dance? Labels: poetry
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Monday, August 11, 2008Free Dive
I thought only death would be so peaceful
My ears are useless, muffled, and deaf I don’t breath now, lungs stopped, idol My heart slows, relaxing under increased pressure Sight is all that remains And that an opaque vision of color and life I can’t stay here, not and live This momentary peace must yield To the screams of my lungs and flesh So I head toward the surface To the world of air breathing creatures And over stimulated demands Note: On free diving in the Atlantic near Bermuda. Labels: poetry
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Wednesday, April 23, 2008In From The Sea
In From the Sea
When the wind blows in from the sea you can hear the crackle of palm fronds breaking free from the heat hiss of sea oats defiantly bowing inland whisper of sand celebrating its lofty release from gravity sputter of foam cascading skyward cut from wave caps chimes of delicate shells dancing across dunes When the wind blows in from the sea you can hear the prayers of ancient mariners reaching home Labels: poetry
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