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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Warm road



Caught up in a sea of memory's fondness

Giving in to the pull of its sheltering calm
Those stars did look like ours for the taking
Our backs on that warm Carolina road

Dreamed wild thoughts as vertigo set in
Stood to walk on in those southern nights

Tempted by addiction to give us identity

These hallowed grounds, now sacred place


We stayed to see those hazy mornings

Settling our nerves for our chattering days

Paced out the empty mindedness - as happens

Captives and keepers upon our returning


Distance now measured by cesium's
 decay
Charmed implications of our own actions 

Balanced it all in our tenuous youth

Under dark of nights, heat of days

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Lines

Beauty for motion
wind and wave longing
born of a French curve
and thoughtful eye
 
A dearth of right angles
the arcs made for pulling
in the border
between sea and sky
 
The sloop is a siren
and her song - the details
luring  
stow the anchor - untie

J.F.K's beloved 25' Wianno Senior VICTURA trapped in concrete

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Known light


A long-ago day
sunlight through tree leaves
awake and aware
 
The feeling of a lifting
of oneness with something
my knowing
 
What needed to be known
in a moment of green light
through tree leaves
 
Closer to that something
many years ago

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Columbia Chainless


The steps take us happy
And We breath
Antebellum heart, warm summer night
We climb under palmetto banner
 
Dreams of great generations
Be mine lovely
We will make all the right choices
And feel the tug of our destiny

 
Need we find the stars bolted down
Memories of hard times
The rockets have long gone quiet
The lights now of traffic in our time

 
You a perfect rose of tea
Me cordovan tips of wings and free
And all is mixed with clove
With no idea what it would be

Saturday, December 17, 2011

For my champions few


They know me well enough
The story I want them to know
Housing my true self within thin walls
Impenetrable with any known will I possess

In my freedom
I might only lose myself
like cool water on the sandy ground

I'm the only one to almost know
My own champion still
As I try to forgive and remember
the me - the little boy crying
In me, and he is me.
He and I such close cellmates.