Listening to Myself

Part I

crashing sounds
constant
like backfires
of vehicles
in the sixties,
intentional,
disturb my
peace-of-mind
relaxation
and contentment
on the southeast
coastline of
the southern states
not too far
from my home;

Part II

the first day
out of seven
since the rains
appeared and
decided to remain
for the weather
and summer's brevity
before returning
to their northern
destinations;


Part III
mystery or uncertainty
we claim to know both
simmering in our
beach chairs,
feet outstretched,
knowing
all we need to know
at least
for the moment
or so it seems
until
we realize
how many years
have passed
unnoticed;

Part IV

time beckons us
inside her
as if our final
womb,
or coffin
if you will
announcing our
final conditions
of maturity
before we realize
death
does not do us part
but unites us
with our past
leaving
our future behind
to become
another's past;

Part V

and, so we shift
our chairs
around
to catch the shade
and diet
of Vitamin D
diminishes
with the day
just as our seat
diminishes
with its comfort;

Part VI

noticing,
like we always do
but ignoring
the strangers
who
interfere with our
self-awareness
or
introspection
as if it were
just
being here
and
not there,
yet,
oftentimes
realizing how
desperately we
need each other,
even though
we dare not
admit it
or
admit the fact
that age
has finally provided
us with a
different outlook.

18 August 2019

Decision to Rent Chairs

how slowly the day passes
how quickly the waves move into the shoreline
how cool it is under the umbrella
how nice the breeze feels blocking the sun;

typical days here we suppose
playing in the sand and surf
carefree and careless in our relentless
determination to have fun;

how hard the chair seat feels in the afternoon
how much sand is attracted by the lotion
how parched our lips feel without licking
how tired the eyes feel behind glasses;

the days seem endless with nowhere to go
rumors of neighbors sitting too close
mermaid lifeguards walking pretty
rent or not rent is the only question we answer.

19 August 2019

Cooling Off

symmetrically curved waves
parallel shorelines,
surfer's delight
foaming like rabid dogs
crawling towards the sand,
assaulting the rocks
strewn everywhere;

a marine green color
the water is
not reflecting the
blue sky above
as it pushes
and prods
the swarms of people
cooling off;

dark skinned beauties

frolic like cattle
not caring about
damage but destiny,
desired not earned
not knowing death
only the life
afforded them as
little bundles of joy
received at birth;

the sun challenges
its domain with the
rain and clouds
loaded with moisture
until like a bladder,
can hold no more
drenching us all with
it colorless gold.

18 August 2019

Imaginary Eyes

beside herself she stands
holding back her emotions
her sensuous feelings
wetness catches her attention
her pulse quickens
her breathe comes and goes rapidly
between her legs moist and hot
her face is flush with heat
her breasts heave and fall,
against her flimsy see-through blouse
her nipples brush with electricity,
the device in her hand vibrates
she almost collapses and bends
with terror and ecstasy then
looks into his imaginary eyes
wondering where he's been.

7 August 2019

Momentarily

she holds herself
with one hand
using the other to
move the object
in and out of her
innermost thoughts.

7 August 2019

Haiku

inside the eye of

the mind lies the tail

of our forgiveness.


4 August 2019

Emotions

desire follows discipline
down the rabbit hole,
hoping to be seen and
shown the way out;

want impales need in a
vain attempt at justification,
only to discover it lacks
unencumbered justification.


4 August 2019

Lingering

once interrupted
imaginations
disappear back
into the moment
from whence they
came seeking no
revenge on
potential
outcomes, but
linger dramatically
inside the
wombs of
fantasy until
once again...
they are reborn
from the light.

4 August 2019

Normal

morning gloats
night disappears
light weaves it way
around the bushes
and the trees;

we are as normal
as we can be
given the extent
of our awareness
and lapses in
our consciousness;
reflections in our
windows melts
on sight when clouds
of tourists stand
at our doorways
demanding attention;
history is curtailed
and night creeps
around the corner
illuminating...
its darkness.

Space

light bends around planets
due to gravity and
the fabric of space is
curved which explains
gravity...  but,
how do we understand
the force that actually
create the gravity
in the vacuum of space
is all too relative and
space has no direction
other than the direction
in which one is looking?

23 July 2020

Windows

windows reflect inside
when dark,
and one can see through them
when not;
so, what are they:
windows or mirrors?
Or, two functions
do they serve?
as if anyone cares...
but me
and my silly morning
questions
to find truth
and justification.

23 July 2020

Darkness Darkens

Encircled by clouds one shade below black

My soul searches for breathable air

My heart lingers in the gutter of lies

And procrastination warms my head;

Desperation falls from my shoulders

Like a prostitute disrobing for the first time,

Bedroom eyes of brown stare off into the

Distance that time brought so close;

Thunderous moans gasp from the sky

The clouds part like legs for the lightning

Reaching up into the heavens as if

Needing more than it’s been given;

Twelve Magnolias stand twelve feet apart

Each display twelve blooms on twelve limbs

Twelve dead leafs lay on the ground

Under each of the twelve struck trees;

Smiles seen in the shadows of bushes

All but disappear as the day turns to night

And the night darkens the day, leaving

Us with premature darkness all around.

4 Aug 19

Laments

Humidity clouds the judgement

Rain pours in through the cracks;

Rivers of flawed ideas float by me

Not stopping for a second glance;

The outside takes on an appearance

Of the inside and the inside knows

Better than to call room service;

Juxtaposition of memories lay like

Slices of cheese on toast and with

Or without seasoning makes no

Difference when the chef is named;

Regrets never found their way

Into this vocabulary but the egotistical

Words were the weapons of choice

And those who could not defend

Themselves found cartoon reruns

Playing on white lamenting walls.

22Jul19

Captured

In-between the branches

and the leaves is darkness

that the eyes takes for

granted but the palette of

the painter knows all too well,

making sure it is there; and,

in so doing gives perspective

and depth-of-field to the

image seen by the viewer,

who appreciates the outcome

but not the delicate task.

22July10

Hesititation

In the middle of a thought

Comes the breeze of

After thought that disturbs

More than it influences,

But done is what it is and

Mental conversations end;

Truth never descends into

The darkness of a lie while

One ponders and conjectures

All the flavors that the

Second guessing provides;

Still, the are rooms available

For self-doubt to sleep once

The announcement is made

One must actually think on it.

22Jul19

Inspirational

TIME

Time covers us all

Sometimes,

Moving fast

Sometimes,

Moving slow…

Or so it seems at

Certain ages of life

Especially when we

Look back or

Look forward;

Never the same it seems

From one day to the next

Blaming the difference

On the changes in time

Rather than in ourselves;

Time dwells in

All of us and

Outside of us all,

It dwells from one space

To another space

As if

That space

Had nothing to do

At all

With its speed,

And we

Remain indifferent

As if

That space and time

Were connected

While separated by

Their relativity 

With each other

Knowing

That time never

Runs backward

While space moves

Forward and backward

As it so desires.

18Jul19

RELATIONSHIPS

We live in separate corners

Of our mental jurisdictions

Overlapping when convenient

Otherwise remain apart; yet,

When it comes time to dine

With relatives, we announce

Ourselves as universal lovers

Sitting together at the table.

17Jul19

Hackers

gathering ceremoniously

hoisting banners into the sky

drawing swords and hatchets

into the thick of it,

we stride, hammering our

way through,

taking no prisoners inside;

we rest only when done

eating only when hungry

stealing all we can carry

we are the new breed of

intellectuals who ride the

electronic waves of life

hacking our way through all

barriers that once kept us out

knowing no bounds;

we take what is not ours

and redistribute

not to those who are in need

but to ourselves

we give all, wondering

why we are so free.

1Apr18 

Daisies

yellow daisies on a table sit

as fake as my thoughts today


and while they need no rain or sun

they are out on the porch anyway;

daisies were my mom's favorite

so in a painting were included

which was tossed into the trash

once the life rushed out of her;

there is no connection here

as these daisies were a gift but

if I were to imagine anything, I

would say my mom arranged it.


22 July 2019

IMAGINE

Sharing

a cool, but not chilly wind, blows through

our newly acquired screened-in porch,

in which we find ourselves sitting all the time,

feeling close to the outside without

actually being out and about inside it;

we explore and are explored by those

who would use our environment as a

source of play for themselves and their

families, raised in our trees and whose

youthfulness is frightened away by our cats,

waiting for the winter and our return inside.

1Apr18

Quest

light

   not so gentle

       haunts

           my vision,

                 squinting

                      apertures, a

                             singular reflex

                                    dominates,

                                          resupplying the
                                                         living

                                      with more

                           than it needs;

                 colors of reds

                                         and blues,
                              browns and

                                  yellows,

                                        and a few

                                              greens,

                                                  float across the

                                                         exterior of

                                                               my sight,

                                                                      leaving me

                                                                              wondering if it

                                                                                      morning,

                                                                                            noon or

                                                                                                 night,
                                                                                           and if my

                                                                                           quest will

                                                                                           ever end.

                                                                                           29Mar18

Taxman

off in the distance, all thoughts cancel out

sight becomes limited and dissimilar

trees loom like giant cranes over those it protects

from the ever-changing grip of nature and

when the cat walks along the rail, it is time

to foreclose on the thought it has brought,

leaving all else to be sold by the taxman.

29Mar18

Light

light filters through curtains

covering translucent windows

as they move in and out with

the blowing air from the floor;

ceiling fans push down the coolness

that has risen from dead feelings

as we sit motionless on the couch

hoping for an end to it all;

cowards from the outside heat

we seem to be these days and

while wishing for an early fall,

we know we are in the middle.

21 July 2019

Candle In The Wind

A Duet

through my eyes

inconsistencies bloom

like weeds

in our lives and

as gardeners, we

spend most of our time

pulling them

rather than

preventing them

as we should; but,

once we realize there

are too many,

we simply purchase

new ones

with our votes

and start over again.

19 July 2019

life is like the wind
blows by quickly
and silently,
leaving us a little
cold at times,
wishing for more of it
when humid and
when we finally realize
it is gone, we wonder
why it ever started.

19 July 2019

Robert Frost

A Triology

clouds hide the blue sky
shades of grey without color
interlaced with whites;
full and fluffy are these clouds
clustered together in a quilt
of passing potential rain,
slowly revealing in patches
what tomorrow will provide.

17 July 2019

cut down in winter, the

spring has brought new life

and she grows taller than before;

blooming, as if its her last

knowing in the winter, she

will be cut down again, but

this time closer to the ground.

17 July 2019

early morning
no sleep anyway
warm and humid
without sun
without clouds
without blue sky
quiet...
as if the birds
have decided
not to play,
and the winds
not to blow,
and the rains
not to fall
until...
we all find
ourselves awake
to enjoy it all.

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Routinely,
     do I sit out here
     counting blessings,
     observing life as
     observes me,
     drinking it all in
     as if it were coffee,
     not so similar to that
     which is in my cup,
     but just as nourishing
     and satisfying for those
     who need more than caffeine;
Routinely,
     do I sit out here
     until the humidity
     gets the best of me,
     breathing in as much
     of nature's life as I can,
     before all my routines fade
     and I am let to deal
     with the stuffy life
     inside the house
     that is no longer home
     but more of a prison.

10July19

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All Them Others

streaked with white a
lonely sun breaks through
a blue grey sky as the
coolness turns humid;
hiding inside, we avoid
the summer but never
do we wish for winter;
an end to our life of
abundance and ease,
buying not growing
are we now, cooking
instead of hunting as
so many did before;
comfort, we live in
whether it be heat or
cold while looking
down on those who
have lived differently;
accepting not that which
laid the foundation of
our bias and prejudice
against those who will
never be like we are.

10July19

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Alaska

water and whales
breach together
fall back separately

then still and quiet...
below the surface
hiding behind
sunken icebergs...
danger passes
whales dive deeper
Humpbacks
and killers dancing
ceremoniously
together...
horizon covered fog
appearing night
not when expected...
we are new
to the coast and
its habits,
wondering when
we will finally
sleep again
and ponder if
we will remember...
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