Interlude#3

Being on a Driveabout gives me time to just sit by a stream.

It was high in the mountains, on a sunny day.
A cedar grove was standing guard.
A grove that was still, green, bordering on being dark.
Sitting by this stream, I was almost too hot.
Hundreds of little waterfalls were making a racket upstream.
Seems there was a hurry to get downstream,
To turn into sparkling gems.
Out in the stream in front of me stood a rock.
It was noticeable because it was different.
It was the biggest around, but not by much.
It was darker.
It had edges.
The other rocks were smooth, made up of warm browns and greens.
Next to the bank they shone like jewels.
On the bank they were different.
Still rounded but the colors were all tending towards white.
I threw one in the stream.
It splashed me back.
And then it transformed, grew, intensified.

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Interlude#2

As I was on the trail of Lewis and Clark the other day I passed through Walla Walla, which sparked this set of feelings:

90 degrees in Walla Walla was miserable.
Having visited before, it wasn’t miserable then;
   when I closed my arms, a body was there.
   if hot, not noticeable.
   some wine.
   cute hotel.

That isn’t Walla Walla on this day;
   hot.
   the wine, still there.
   the hotel, still there.
   when I close my arms, just air.

Happy Birthday #3

Happily my daughter had another birthday and I wrote her present:

The day you were born,
Saddled with uncertainty.
Choices to be made,
Cloaked with possibility.

You grew, learned,
With some stumbling.
You tried again
With some fumbling.

Did you need help?
It was often not clear.
Many times wishing
For the aid of a seer.

But your story was building.
It was easy to listen.
To the added adventures.
Of a spirit that's risen.

Continue the effort.
Play it out loud.
Always remember
You make us proud.

 

Expanding Horizons#1

With encouragement, I have finished another adventure.
I have written a book!
It is a small book of poems and photos. Most of the poems I have previously posted here. Many of the photos have not been.
It is available on Amazon as an ebook at:  My Book!

And it is free from June 1-June 4.

I hope you enjoy.

p.s.
I did make a print on demand paperback version, but the photos did not print well enough. I’ll keep working on that and if I succeed, you’ll hear.

Poem#99

There is
No one else holding me in their arms.
                       whispering in my ear.
                        letting me deep inside them.
There is
No one else touching me so.
                      listening so.
                       laughing so.
When I look in your eyes
I'm looking for a reflection.
Not like from a mirror,
But because your love is beaming back.

There is no one else.

 

Poem#98

Spring erupting,
Fueling the rise of flowers.
Splashing out the greens.
Blowing away the browns.

Breath deep,
Throw the windows open.
Lighten the dress.
Restart the pumping heart.

Kick up heels,
Head into the breeze.
Splash in the rain.
Chase all the rainbows.

 

Poem #97

Alone but hung over.
Together in my heart.
Had to go.
Was it to sow?

Sights to see.
People to meet.
Miles to go.
Was it to sow?

Alcohol involved.
Music too loud.
Dollars to blow.
Was it to sow?

Close to home.
You have doubts.
But I know.
Was it to sow?

It’s not a search.
I’ve found my place.
No baggage in tow.
And that is so.

Poem#96

The shape of your body,
The color of your eyes,
Memories keep me going,
While time slowly flies.

Away on a story,
Out seeking some fun,
Staying up quite late,
Laying out in the sun.

But better it will be,
When our schedules finally meet,
Together, not memories
Generating some heat.

Poem#95

I wish someone could give you an ear to hear your story.
I wish someone could give you an eye to behold your beauty.
I wish someone could give you some lips to match your smile.
I wish someone could give you some arms to hold you tight.
I wish someone could give you a back to share your load.
I wish someone could give you some legs to walk beside you.
I wish someone could give you a heart to show you how precious you are.
I wish someone could give you the words to a love song.
I wish it could be me.

 

Poem#93

 

Title: Counting Time
Anxiety increases when
Nearing the time recorded.
Together will join us again,
Impatience will be aborted.

Counting the time remaining
Indicates we importantly wait.
Pressure adds to the straining,
Advancing upon the date.

Two cannot be kept apart
In the face of such agreement.
Oneness has already had its start,
Nodding in its achievement.