Thank You, Aquillrelle

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On Poem Writing

Some words jingle, foam and pop;
sweet dainties of the mind-delight.
Like twangle, dangle, smoof and pling-
words that make my heart-song sing.

There are those words that ‘ping’ the night-
they sneak up fast behind with fright.
Like hooga, dooga, swarf and blight;
they grab your ankle--snarl and bite.

Like mit, and split, and stagger-twain;
they haunt like spirits…and remain.

Words like soldiers flood my cortex;
piling high; a thought-filled vortex.

A small battalion; they hold me fast;
accusing voice- “You battle-axe!
Just let us loose…to fly away-
or we’ll take you to court today!”

Terse and mean-they oft’ dispute;
“Let us out… avoid ‘bad’-lawsuit!”
They shake their finger-they rock the boat;
and when they’re out-they sometimes gloat.

But after all is said and done-
words like friends are lots of fun.
They link arms and settle down;
to bring joy and blessing
all around.

Like “…joie de vivre” or “jolly elf,"
just stash these words upon your shelf.
And if a rainy day consumes,

or black pitch-filled night
---it finds you;
just take words out and shine them up
to grace your head-
revive you.

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Ode to a Terse Cactus Flower

Once upon my journey,

down dusty white-sand trail,

I came upon a cactus patch;

to enter, I prevailed.

A proud soft yellow flower,

shy and near the ground,

beckoned boasting buttery hues;

upon it I stooped down.

Its petals sheer translucent,

overlapped as if to say:

“Do overlook my prickliness

and cast your glance my way.

Although, my presentation

is lacking velvet touch,

this sun bathed bloom to you I lift.

Now--thank you very much.”

***

I just found out that I have been awarded
the place of becoming a 'shortlisted poet'
for the above two poems. These writings will
be published both in the Aquillrelle Contest
Three Anthology and on-line as well.

(Sending some vibes for a 'groovy' weekend out...to all.)
lg
:-)

Misty Blue

Unexpectedly, your misty white hand
slipped into my own,
and I can hear you whisper
(damp and damper, still...)
"Come away with me."
Up and up we go.
"I want to fly you through it,
'til it rests on your hair.
I want to take you everywhere."

***

I travel the long shrouded road
alone
today, until I ascertain that
you have waited for me.
Like an old friend
you make yourself plain, hanging over
mountain peaks,
making white upon white--
and then misty blue.

Rainy Images

The low lighting, light rain and more mild temperatures
enticed me to photograph some of the delights in our front yard.
Bottom: Our great pumpkin (! excited about this! )
Others: Eggplant on the vine in the light dancing rain and
some (still) flowering, wet beauties.
Enjoy!
This fall-like weather is
suiting me.

Trees of the Forest (Fair)

They stood together, standing tall
and one could hear the other fall.
They grew together, leafed out, green,
full of life giving power
with a glossy sheen.
They grew roots together, and way down deep
and standing tall, these roots did keep--
on blustery day and soggy night,
in thigh high snow, with determined might.
Forest green and forest fair,
green-leafed beauty,
you will find me there;
alone in the quiet,
pensive in the wood,

where things are clearer...
appreciated, well,
fine--understood.
Forest fair
a bastion,
calm-
keep me, here,
inside your palm;
just in your bosom,
and in the bloom,
safe in your tendrils,
make for me, room.
Just a space to stand alone with trees,
and I will find my praying knees
for song of thanks and breath of prayer,
to you, I lift
on mountain air.
Forest fragrant, forest fair
I choose you over
anywhere.
Over dew drop pond, or salty sea
I give to you, the best of me.
Beloved forest, forest well,
I choose, this day,
of you
to tell.

The U.S. Open :-)

A shout out to Sammy Stosur
and tonight, to Novak Djokovic
for their wins at the U.S. Open...and to all the
gifted tennis players who played their hearts out
and made it one of the best tournaments
in the world to be a part of!!
What terrific entertainment
you have given to all who
'sat back' and watched!
Thank you & Congrats!!
We are looking forward
to next year's Open
because of the great
stuff you bring us!

La Lune

the moon last night.
:-)

A Way of Seeing

A Way of Seeing 

I said

“Good morning”

to the sky…and the sky said

“Tangerine.”

I watched the child say

“Hop, hop!”

to the squatting frog…

and the frog replied back with a short but rather high hop and a

“Blink, blink.”

I watched the green ocean ebb and flow and I saw the waves slap at the sky

and the sky said back

“I will embrace you with my azure

blue.”

I watched the mother, watching over the child and I saw her think

“I will protect you.”

I watch the old man sitting in his chair and I see him sob, with a heart that yearns

for all that has passed--

as I watch his young(er) son say

“Look over here, Dad.”

I saw the floppy eared little dog coming up the hill

and the dog said

“Cuddle me.”

I see the food on the plate, and the garden fresh food says

“Eat me! I am a gift.

Let’s celebrate!”

I see the soft spoken gray haired women standing still,

dressed in gray

leaning hard against her cane, quiet--

yet, she is telling all those who will listen

“Slow down.”

I see the clothes, washing themselves today

and saying

“Smile, it suits you.”

I see the ivory keys, white, in sharp contrast to the dimness of the morning light

and they arrest me saying

“See me.”

And C through E chime in, saying

“You need to pay us a visit.”

I see the baby, with tears streaming down her swollen, red and puffy cheeks--

and I hear the

“Drip, drip,”

as she glides past

riding up high

in the front of

a shopping cart,

cold metal--

at an hour unlikely

and I see

the mother’s absent-minded stare also blank,

as she tries hard to maintain her state of

oblivion;

fingering the clothes, and I hear her empty sighing

as she lingers in the aisle--

and all the while

I hear

the screaming cry

of the young little baby, as it demands to be heard,

saying

“Mother, mother, let me lay my head down…and

put me to bed. I need my rest— now,

this instant. ”

I see the big black truck menacing me and my car bumper says

“Watch out! This is not a stable person.”

I see the mist laying itself completely over the top of the trees and it says

“Come now and play.”

I see the heat streaming in curves and rising

up off of the pavement—hot, hot

and it says

“S-s-s-s-summer.”

Cyrano

de Bergerac?

I have no words...
to describe the delight that I have...
to have the opportunity...to share
this photo.
:-)
(A real, unadulterated,
specimen of...eggplant...
from our garden.)
[Wow.]

(!)
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What a great door this was. It was worn,
and scratched (with some green
showing through) and hugely tall
(10 feet or so?) I like doors (as doors go)
and especially do enjoy bringing you...
this particular doorway, with the red
brick just behind the glass panels.
Where do the doors lead...
in your life...
in your mind....
and in...your heart?
Just give me...an open door.
:-)

A Shout Out...

to a simply fabulous young women
who was a silver drumming mime
on the streets of Asheville, N.C.
['twas...apparently the place to be (!)]
in the HOT Carolina sun
(this past Saturday,
the 3rd...)
To appreciate her thoughtful gaze
and the simply delicious silvery-ness
of her skin and her attire,
just click to enlarge!