“We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.” ~ Native American Proverb
Nothing clears the mind quite like a weekend in the mountains. A (surprisingly) stifling heater in the cabin didn’t hurt of course, but it just made the impact of walking out those doors and into the sunny, snow-struck earth all the more striking. Now it’s back to the real world. At least I face it refreshed.
Sitting on his stool
the old man strains notes
convoluted and convalescent
in the grey-grey dawn,
the pitter-pattering pour of
earthly power, reverberating
like the subway’s urbane roar.
Blinded in years,
He is the maestro resurrect
On the days when the long rain fell.
Pellucid peyote visions
strike evanescent evocations of eagles
caught in flight, failing
on the wild winds–
it hisses as their haggard drop
and rushes up to greet them.
At the Beach
It’s been a while, and a long weekend to boot. In sum: got some sun, traipsed some beaches, wondered and waxed philosophic and photographic somewhere between the trees and the waves, and tasted of the delicious sensation known as BBQ. It was a long weekend, but a good one, and I can honestly say it was the most relaxing I’ve had a good long while, even if I was still running all over the place.
I get the wanderlust, you know?
C’est la vie, though, as they say. To those Americans among my readership, here’s hoping the fourth of July (the USA’s Independence Day, for those of you not up-to-the-know on your history of the land of the stars and stripes) was a delightful blend of summer warmth and rapturous relaxation with those you hold most dear. Plus, if you got to see some of the shiny explosions that were lighting up the country’s night sky, all the more power to you.
What’s the night without a little boom? Whether it’s a spiritual or a physical or even a metaphorical boom, well, that’s really up to your preference. I’m just the humble fellow wishing you a good time, regardless.
But I digress…and supposing you One Stoppers have sifted through my silliness and well-wishes, I’d like to kick off my return and the week with my latest submission to One Stop Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday, a tanka titled: “By the Sea“…
Sunlight on white sand
Refracted in pillowed veils
Hiding sand castles
Bronzed amidst unyielding tides
Sprouted in short-short visions.
Beneath our hungry shore
between life and grass
more skin blossoms.
Leap off moon–
man is wild,
* My latest submission for the great gathering of international poets known as One Shot Wednesday. Short but sweet, and more than little cooky to more than a few of you, I’m sure, I give unto you “A Gambol Song”, my latest bit of free verse.
Brown summer plains roil
It blooms in thundered breathing
Just a rasping—life.
I wanted something suitably nature-oriented for this special One Shot Wednesday – since the party begins on Tuesday, after all, and this Tuesday is the summer solstice, the longest and (hopefully) most beautiful of days. My inspiration seemed cut off by grey clouds this morning, sadly, but with the afternoon there seems to have come a break in the haze of summer, treating my muse to blue skies and colored fields. In that same vein, I tried to step outside my usual, and go for a touch of tanka.
Hope the weather’s treating you all as kindly. May it be a fertile day for creativity!
Mother dances green
Before Father’s skyward kiss.
Sweet husband Golden
Pirouetting long shadows
Across her blossom billows.
And here’s a bit of greenery to put a little summer slant into your day…cheers!
Image property of: Chris Galford.