I recently spent 2 weeks at Hobe Sound (Jupiter Island), Florida, giving me an opportunity to cast my creative net into another body of thoughtful waters... Hope you enjoy the series...
the
serene beauty of a dark night
erodes
slowly into the light of day;
we
walk into sun filled rooms
as
if we expected nothing different,
letting
the light diffuse our spirits,
numb
our senses and memories,
a
lethal injection of irony sweeps
over
us blending our rhythms and
allowing
us to conform to the
ritualistic
routines, we call life.
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glide… glide… glide…
these
birds of prey do,
ever
so close to the surface,
effortlessly
skimming
wings
outstretched
heads
down…
piercing
eyes penetrating;
in
motion taken
as
if gasping for air,
then,
glide… glide…
glide…
as
these Pelicans do
ever
so close to the surface,
ever
so close to each other,
seldom
catching
(while
I be watching)
relentless
scouring the shoreline
as
if,
their
hunting may conclude
with
a dive
into
the murky, blue-green waters,
retrieving
a
slimly
scoundrel or a
defenseless
hatchling turtle.
25May14
slithering
along the
hot
slates and tiles
of
the patio,
are
tiny monsters
whose
morning
features
and
bloated red necks
scare
away
the
snowbird tourists,
who,
vacation
down this way,
drinking
their martinis dry
and
eating their weight
in
seafood,
thinking…
life
gets no better than this.
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glimmering...
shimmering...
reflections...
glide
along the edge
distorted
waves
out
of sync
uniformly
disconnected
ripples
in the water
traveling
the length
then
dissipating
disappearing
into
a wall
push
outward and around
to
begin again
their
journey
perpetual
motion
fueled
by the wind
and
the mind
and
the eyes
that
see
what
they want to see
and
no more.
25May14
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