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Cerulean Eyes

Cerulean Eyes

~
across the way
last night’s rain
puddles
‘midst the field of clover

trapped for the moment
isolated from the waters of earth

it gentles its way to the stream
in search of mother sea

this day begins
dewy and crisp

bird songs lilt
‘cross the sunrise lane

lover and beloved
we sit by the morning window
with tea
and curiosity.

we talk

in this moment
our souls spill
one into the other
until I am distracted

your lips continue sculpting words

but I’ve fallen deep
aswim in your cerulean eyes

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Ultralightning

…dad taught me fast-paced ultralight fishing, I my son, now he his son…

— always barbless catch & release —

Ultralightning

steady brings the willow’d shaft
high overhead
flexing expectantly

quick twist of my wrist
the rod arcs forward
increasing the pressure
on my fingertip

it whips ahead
urgently
demanding release

with precise pluck
like a string
on a guitar

lure’s launched
eagerly seeking possibility

~ ~ ~

8.5 lbs trout I caught on 2 lbs ultralight

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Above It All

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Above It All

I want to live in the redwoods
way up high among the branches
in a tall tall stilt-house

several observation platforms
at different landings
as you climb the stairs
that zig zag
into the forest canopy

* motorized lift optional

a three-story stilt-house
by a rippled cerulean mountain lake
huge wrap around porches
on each floor

the top level
a place I could write
create my mixed-media art
one huge open room

where my wife too
could have her fiberart studio
her prep and assembly tables
and her big Toika loom

the roof — one big deck
from which to see
far as the eye could see

so very liberating
exhilarating

riding out big storms
like flying
but anchored secure

our stilt-house made of wood
recycled planked woods
redwood
maple
teak

and anodized aluminums
leathers
stones

lots of tempered crystal-clear acrylic

we’d feed all things that fly
eagles
osprey
hawks
birds

a place high up
in the sun-dappled canopy
where we’d live — work — laugh
crank up our music and dance
all in the nude
if we wanted

make love
windows wide open
hearts wide open
minds wide open
the sun and breeze
dreams and worries
free to come and go

I want to live free
high among the redwood trees
where we could both truly be

above it all

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Sorrow’s Witness

The devastating West Coast forest fires of 2020.

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Sorrow’s Witness

I watched helplessly
the natural world
slowly engulfed
diminished
withered
scarred
as the
putrid
toxic air
permeated
burnt terrain
to far horizons
defoliated trees
thrusting skyward
in this flaming hell
helpless dying forest
animals fleeing fires
some trapped on fire
I a pitiful survivor
useless sentinel
sad witness
|
I watched
|
it burned
|

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A Child’s Reply

A father passed his son’s room, and glanced in to see the boy sitting on the floor, seemingly staring at the wall. The father thought he might step in to the room to see why his son had his gaze fixed so intently on the far wall. Reconsidering, he walked on to the kitchen, thinking it better not to disturb the child.

Passing his son’s door again, he noticed the boy had not moved. This time the father stepped in to inquire what was going on. “What are you doing son?” Without turning, the son replied, “I’m listening.” The father marveled, “Listening to what son? There is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles”

Slowly turning to look at his father, the boy quietly said, “no dad, you’re wrong. When I close my eyes, I can hear the whole world.”

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Just Gone

Just Gone

No warning, they were just gone. We were left to wonder, “what’s going on.” The entire family strangely disappeared, no clue what happened. Truly very weird.

Taken in an instant, to where, we may never know. Midst this kitchen clutter, it all abruptly ended. Was their mortal life forfeit, or was time within these walls, ominously suspended?

“Highly suspicious”, thought the detective. “People don’t simply vanish.” So he began an intensive investigation. Searched each room, the attic, the garage outside — he searched it all. Lastly even the hollow of the cookstove wall.

Finally he concluded, “there is nothing behind the wall, except a space where the wind whistles.” Yet, muffled by that wind, come inaudible cries — there is no doubt. “Oh please! Please hear our bloody fingers, scratching to get out!”

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Seduced

furtive angel nonpareil
lolled lush upon vermilion leather
coral goblet of mimosan nectar
fondled to saffron velvet bodice

now supple breast, soft loin and limbs
stand aglow in emerald sweet seduction
magenta lace teases from turquoise silk
ignites violet lust’s combusted indigo

silvered undulation in a mirror mist
of moonlight promise in a cerulean fog
beckons aureate midst dewy dripping ferns
to stir lucid languid cerisean joy

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Meeting The Bar: Synesthesia

No No

No No

the fog rolls ‘cross the lowlands
smothering damp and languid
dense with dread
ominous and dangerous

twilight having receded
moonlight labors hard
slowly shouldering its way
through the thickening shroud

gnarled shape of leaf-dead trees
their spindly spiked branches
thrust skyward knobbed and twisted
their trunks bent threateningly.

muffled deep within my soul
a chaotic chill of seeming voices
shiver a darkly indecipherable
no no novemburrr

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Frozen Man

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Stopping Is No Option

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Stopping is no option

giving up
is giving in
grip letting go of dreams

frozen is the frightened man
withered in a worried cage

happy is a voting man
a hero heard and heeded

stopping is no option
for the times
they are a’changin’

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Stopping is no option

to lose the way is to keep going
keep moving forward
lest one atrophies
rigid with despair
paralyzed with doubt
locked in hopelessness
bound by fear

the giving up
is the giving in
is the rot that sets
with the loss of wonder
when grip lets go of dreams

loss of faith debilitates the soul
cripples the manifest light
that shines so bright
at the leap into sacred uncertainty
so bright
as to boldly illuminate truth

frozen is the frightened man
withered in a worried cage

terrified of the wrong step
of the journey all in
of daring the way unmarked

wounded by fear
bleeding out the color of life
hemorrhaging joy
exsanguinating possibility

a cold brittled husk
mired in regret
for never having shone so brightly
as to blind the eyes of death
as to light the way of truth

valiant is a voting man
a hero heard and heeded
a cry of dissatisfaction
a voice of change
a stand for defiance

stopping is no option

so senators and congressmen
you best heed the call
don’t stand in the doorway
don’t block up the hall
for they that will lose
will be they who have stalled

so brothers and sisters
raise up your hand
let it be known
throughout the land
if we want change
we must take a stand

NO
stopping is no option

for the times
they are a-changin’

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The Folly of More

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The Folly of More

they rose gargantuan
these icons
of the clever human

they once vibrated
with the rush and chaos
of synapse and sinew

they hummmed
with networked urgency

a torrent of data
outdistancing comprehension

‘we can’
beyond the reach
of ‘should we’

multitudes chanting
more more more

a time too blind
to see its faulted fate
a time to turn back
sadly came too late

bedecked in stainless
stone
and arrogance

a halogen blaze
of neon fire
burnt logic

they surged
with the impulse of power
and greed

in varying shape
and differing size
they flanked for miles
in gridded corridors

that crissed and crossed
blinked and beeped
buzzed and hissed
they stank!

temples of avarice
now but this lone
crumbling monolith

this final tribute
to human folly

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Sal Vince & Frida

Sal Vince & Frida

seduced by the siren song
of sacred soul revelations
on this starry starry night
Sal Vince & Frida
are top down’n flyin’

sanctified artistic beings
stalking their unreal visions
as time and reality bends away
prowling the eclectic realm
lusting for some surreal magic

gesso-deep in life’s illusions
fingers burned to the bone
from fresco fire-dancin’
with the gouache-devils of
pain angst and perception

rollin’ like infernos
three combusting fireballs
longing to boldly set aflame
every forbidden bristle‘n bit
of passion knowledge and truth

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Nocturne (video poem)

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Nocturne

hawk moon hangs heavy
in the damp night sky

bulbous moist pearl
rolling
in a cold chromium fog

wet slivers of cloud
smear themselves
across its face

irregular

like translucent sacks
of moonbeams

breathing

glassine billowing pillows
oozing

soaked with midnight

stars float and spark
glinting
dripping
shivering

frozen splintered crystal tips
diamond chips
pinprick rips
in blackened space

they wink and wane
and flutter
shattered bits of silvered light

snapping here then not

behind the ghostly white vapor
that slithers
through the firmament

the world
devoid of color
aglow in sterling grey
a negative of day

thick and chilled

filled with the sound
of stalking after-dark things

nocturne

the sorrowing hour
to lay bare your soul
in pale introspection

in grief of secrets

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Forever Sacred

Forever Sacred

the consumed moon
haunts his grey life
stirring yellow dreams
of soured sorrow
stealing his solitude’s wish
of a soul’s peace
yet he will not despair

even trapped in torment
as in the skulls of saints
persecuted for their truth
he will hold her love sacred
lidded ‘neath his heart’s brow
secreted like a palmed rose
he will never forget

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Poetics: The charms of Samuel Greenberg

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The Universe

The Sloan Digital Sky Survey (SDSS) have published a comprehensive analysis of this largest three-dimensional map of the Universe ever created, revealing that six billion years ago, the expansion of the Universe began to accelerate. Bigger Bang!I

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The Universe

lightless void
soundless vacuum

molten cores
mingled gasses
hurtling shards

black holes
plasma rain
liquid lightning

revolving orbs
in evolving orbit
with beings aboard

attractions — repulsions
magnetized masses
in precarious fragility

inconceivable
ever expanding
frozen dance of chaos
on the tentative edge
of balance

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“Liquid Lighting” — A bit of poetic license, drawn from the fact that recent studies indicate that ice, hail, and semi-frozen water drops known as graupel are essential to the creation of lightning anywhere in the universe such conditions exist

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Quadrille #114 – Poetical Magnetism

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