I cherish the memories of the many weekends over the years of my childhood that my family spent in Grand Isle. Before me and my brother and sister were old enough to surf-fish, we would play on the beach and in the shallower water near the shore of the Gulf, while our parents waded out into the sometimes waist-high water to cast their lines into the incoming surf with the hope of hooking something. …
Moonshine
Last night I danced with the trees
When they stole away from their stance
And prayed in the forest with the stars all about!
A branch caught my small clothing
And I ran laughing naked
Til pausing in a field lit by a great white ball
Twas the moon looking down
Holding me sway in her gaze
She grew ever larger as I stared in her face
I could see my own naked shadow in her smile
Seeming larger from the distance
With edges all ablaze
Then turning to dew drop
I poured into the sky
And dived in the cup of the moon’s fluid face
tpt 8/19/2015…
WHO BEARS THE DAY’S BURDEN
If you can confess to having gone to Walmart once in your life, there is the distinct possibility that you have had the following experience: You are in line, a rather long line, waiting for your turn at the cashier to purchase your items and go on your way. …
Sunkist Lover
We stood in the earth, and I watched Your clear eyes;
They grew and then softened as You breathed in the sky.
I lost my light footing in Your terrible exhale,
Blown fierce into ribbons of burnt oranges and yellows!
Such beauty unfathomable I spun in the air,
Til placed as a star, You pointed at me.…
The Soul Canvas
Brush bristles of smudged dreams drench my skin
Clairvoyant colors bleed deep in my veins
Dove draughts of mottled burnt offerings anoint me
I fling fistfuls of joy from my careless abandon
My soul is a canvas stretched taut yet so supple
I pine for the pressures of tincture and framings
Spiraling centers of coarse refinement
Breach the tide of my random a-musings
Sullenly slipping my grasp it releases
Frothing to flowing in rays of confection
Whirling to settle in flexible visage
‘Til adornment beacons my lover to gaze! …