Autumn
a leaf suffused
yellow
trembles through thin
air
like a solo spark
from father sun
and in a gratuitous
gust
wafts
to the stone~cold stream
cascading below.
Thursday, July 24, 2025
Carl
My pal Carl
has a pencil~size hole
near his left cheekbone
underneath an attentive eye,
a portal through which light
wrapped in humor and
a life~long
longing for truth
flows out to us
lucky enough
to be present
and willing
to see, to listen.
Oceans spindrifting
Shimmer. Carl
May not always
Know it~
Yet like a sea
Blooming mystery
And love
He often
Glistens and glimmers
With his astonishing
Heart, maverick mind and
Generous pencil,
Gifting us fortunate ones
Time after time
With those writings,
These drawings,
Himself.
Keep Dipping
this stream underneath
never ceases
its flowing. We
simply forget
to dip deep
our buckets rusted
and gleaming
beyond the limits
of rock, occasional
drought,
misguided mistrust
of these unbreakable
links to the waters
below
where forever are teeming
images and stories
that feed and replenish
our writing, moistening
these days and nights
of imaginal work
cultivating the beautiful
mundane, tending
with care
our maverick muse,
her unpredictably
creative thriving,
her astonishing
mischievous
conniving
coaxing us
to swim on
plunge
down
into this,
our wholehearted
curious
diving.
Monday, July 21, 2025
RIVER
A barge constructed
of date palm,
heat
and worry
of time
on the Nile,
flat on her back
dreaming of crows,
shooting stars
and the Louvre,
Jane pens
a letter
to her father
at home
in his bed,
he is
dying.
She smiles
knowing
there at the end
he’s fulfilled
from his living,
how he rivered ongoing
meandering,
dancing
alone
and with friends
on beaches
of sand,
whirling round
spinning through life
like an American
Zorba,
yes, Jane knows
in her bones
he’s no longer
striving
as she basks
on the barge,
her dad is dying,
breathing the sky,
this pyramid
gleaming beyond,
how here
at the end,
he’s happy….
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