Lonely As A Cloud...

The poet, Wordsworth, spent a good deal of time here in the area of England known as The Lake District. His words capture the quaint, bucolic British landscapes and the impact of such beauty on the spirit.

"I wandered lonely as a cloud,
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze"

-Wordsworth

Freedom Diving

I thought only death would be so peaceful

My ears are useless, muffled and deaf

I don’t breathe now, lungs stopped

Idol

My heart slows, relaxing under increased pressure

Sight is all that remains

An opaque vision of color and life

Serenity

I can’t stay here

This momentary peace must yield

To the screams of my lungs and mind

Up

Toward the surface

To the world of air breathing creatures

And over stimulated demands

Note: On free diving in the Atlantic near Bermuda.

The Reverberations of Poet's Pen

while reading a poem over at Nevine's, i was reminded of how deep poetry, and creative prose for that mater, reaches into my being. it is a living witness to the full gamut of my life, even though i am most driven to write when my spirit is in pain.

yes. for the scars that remain after the battered soul heals, for the ongoing hemorrhage of internal hope, for the fears arising from tortures too ghastly to be mentioned, for the pit of despair where rests stagnant laughter, mired in decay... for these pieces of the poet's being... there must be poetry. for in the words of the verse, hammered out on life's iron fist, i often find relief and sometimes, in moments of purest grace, wonderful questions.

Amusing Inspiration

Did Jung refer to you
Anima
Flit and a wisp through
My lungs
Stealing my breath

Are not you the artist's
Muse
Singing and dancing by
My passions
Making off with my propriety

Thank you

The Sea of Me

Swirling foam tickles my ankles

Toes wiggle in the archaic sands

Minnows dart, carving symbols in the tidal plane

Rising sun heats my bare back

Gulls sing anthems to the dawn

Waves rise in the distance, announcing the coming change

Rolling waves, closer, building

Fleeing tides ripping sand and shell away

Sand escapes beneath my feet

Impact 

Salt burns membranes

Water cascades away from sprawled limbs

I have been caught unaware, startled by familiar currents

Laughter swells within the sea 

of me

NOTE: If this one seems familiar, it is one I've been working on for a while and have revised...

A Poem about Change - Falling Away

Falling Away

it is the result of many things

sometimes

working hard

perfect coincidence

circumstance

everything is done and set

complete

in line

as it should be

fixed

time passes and no attention is given to it

we know

it is well

done

assuredly complete

then one day you notice it

leaning

precariously

off center

falling

away from you

then it is gone

completely

In My Hands - A poem about the passing of time

in my hands

in my hands
gentle and small
wonder and delight
an ebbing of laughter and stress

in my hands
the future rests
tasks to be learned
suprises of nature and mind

in my hands
a bundle of memories
my daughter's squirming
my son's gentle dreams

in my hands
vessel of potential
grasping for the next embrace
of that gift
offered daily

to my hands

Out of Gas

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!"

On Having Lunch at Panera - A Poem

On 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?

In Between - A Poem About Transiency

In Between

dusk and flickering candles. 

sensations of 

in between

gentle caresses of the last scent of yesterday's cookies, baked and eaten. 

in between

a leaf falling upward, riding on the breeze of summer's heat

in between

silent breath

 your voice pausing between words

measured with care

in between

the end and the beginning

the alpha and the omega

the dream and the reality

we live here for no more than a moment

in between