Saturday, May 29, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
"Lament for the Darkness"
5 am and not a hint of dawn-
Lament for the darkness
Lament,
for all our sins are counted,
Sweet lady,
All our deeds recorded are,
And this is rightly done.
You lay quiet through the years,
the snow years...
Now awaken, awaken
O mind of the four directions,
be herald to the coming of the dawn.
6:30 am and note well
the scars of night-battle,
as dreams are, awaken and see
the utter necessity of light...
7:00 am and the sun rises
and it is a new day,
Search for the beginning of things.
A child's cry in the dark,
but alas, there are no monsters under the bed.
Lament for the darkness
Lament,
for all our sins are counted,
Sweet lady,
All our deeds recorded are,
And this is rightly done.
You lay quiet through the years,
the snow years...
Now awaken, awaken
O mind of the four directions,
be herald to the coming of the dawn.
6:30 am and note well
the scars of night-battle,
as dreams are, awaken and see
the utter necessity of light...
7:00 am and the sun rises
and it is a new day,
Search for the beginning of things.
A child's cry in the dark,
but alas, there are no monsters under the bed.
"Spring"
They say spring comes but once a year,
and I say,
let's thank God for that.
I'd rather see old winter's wind
blow tattered hats off old men's heads,
than hear tired poems recited,
how spring unfolds tender blooms of love
writ by school boys too young, too soon.
And spring comes slowly to New England,
lest we forget the wood's wet
and the ground's cold 'til June;
Warm weather's a rumor of memory
so if March sends a fair wind or two,
please keep in mind
warm breezes come too early
may make an April fool of you.
and I say,
let's thank God for that.
I'd rather see old winter's wind
blow tattered hats off old men's heads,
than hear tired poems recited,
how spring unfolds tender blooms of love
writ by school boys too young, too soon.
And spring comes slowly to New England,
lest we forget the wood's wet
and the ground's cold 'til June;
Warm weather's a rumor of memory
so if March sends a fair wind or two,
please keep in mind
warm breezes come too early
may make an April fool of you.
"Come, invites the wind..."
Come, invites the wind, let us dance
a tune to lighten your heart by,
a song to give you strength
as you the days tred your path
and wait upon your love, who comes to wake you
'midst slumbering dreams...
As the morning dew refreshens you
and we take our leave
from this mortal earth.
We rejoice and slacken our chains
and are free,
My Disconsolate Angel...
a tune to lighten your heart by,
a song to give you strength
as you the days tred your path
and wait upon your love, who comes to wake you
'midst slumbering dreams...
As the morning dew refreshens you
and we take our leave
from this mortal earth.
We rejoice and slacken our chains
and are free,
My Disconsolate Angel...
"Last Night's Coffee"
Your memory, as bitter
as last night's coffee-
awful to the taste
but I drink to the dregs anyway,
my dear occasional angel...
as last night's coffee-
awful to the taste
but I drink to the dregs anyway,
my dear occasional angel...
Friday, May 21, 2010
"The Girl by the Window"
Well, faithful reader(s) I am back to blogging this night, Friday night and all the local yokels are partying down like there's no tomorrow and I, to be extremely truthful don't give a tinker's dam if they do. Or if they don't!!
I just got back from a sports bar downtown; now, I want you to know that as a rule I usually don't go bar-hopping or any such ridiculous thing. But tonite I had nothing to do so I got myself downtown to a local art gallery that was presenting readings of Ernest Hemingway, the great Poppa of us all. Of course, I got there late and as soon as I walked in the door, they finished the recitation...they were reading from 'The Old Man and the Sea,' which I have read a few times. I was disappointed in not being on time, but who ever goes early to these things. A very nice Hispanic gallery, people are doing very creative things in this little burg of ours. I did strike up a conversation with some people, especially a very nice (shall I say,'mature,') woman. Very beautiful but at the age when a woman is still attractive even though she may be passing through difficult waters concerning age and all the rest. She promised to email me concerning an art coop in the next state over. So I could join and all, as I am a semi-professional photographer and though some would say their art is a hobby, I prefer to call my art professional; that's my story and I'm sticking to it!!
So, I meandered into a sports bar and was quite captivated by all the beautiful women (I could not decide which of the two bar-maids was more attractive) had a Budweiser and was going to ask one of them to buy a drink for the pretty lady, "Sitting right over there by the window." Whilst I was coming in the door, I locked eyes with a very appealing young lady. Of course, I chickened out and never bought the lady a drink...que sera sera, what ever will be, will be, que sera sera. Not my scene, I guess.
So, after rambling round for a few minutes, listening to the blues and rock pouring from the cafes and taverns, I followed my nose to a waiting cab and came home. The cabbie, by chance, was the very same one who had brought me downtown a few short hours earlier. From west africa, he complained how he had been working 16 hours today and would clear only $140 at best. Well, my trip was worth it, I suppose; I made a few contacts for my photography and that was that! (While ambling down the street, I considered how the Good Book says, "Better to visit the house of mourning that the house of mirth."
Thus, I arrived home, lit a cigarette and decided to blog. "The Lord works in strange ways."
I just got back from a sports bar downtown; now, I want you to know that as a rule I usually don't go bar-hopping or any such ridiculous thing. But tonite I had nothing to do so I got myself downtown to a local art gallery that was presenting readings of Ernest Hemingway, the great Poppa of us all. Of course, I got there late and as soon as I walked in the door, they finished the recitation...they were reading from 'The Old Man and the Sea,' which I have read a few times. I was disappointed in not being on time, but who ever goes early to these things. A very nice Hispanic gallery, people are doing very creative things in this little burg of ours. I did strike up a conversation with some people, especially a very nice (shall I say,'mature,') woman. Very beautiful but at the age when a woman is still attractive even though she may be passing through difficult waters concerning age and all the rest. She promised to email me concerning an art coop in the next state over. So I could join and all, as I am a semi-professional photographer and though some would say their art is a hobby, I prefer to call my art professional; that's my story and I'm sticking to it!!
So, I meandered into a sports bar and was quite captivated by all the beautiful women (I could not decide which of the two bar-maids was more attractive) had a Budweiser and was going to ask one of them to buy a drink for the pretty lady, "Sitting right over there by the window." Whilst I was coming in the door, I locked eyes with a very appealing young lady. Of course, I chickened out and never bought the lady a drink...que sera sera, what ever will be, will be, que sera sera. Not my scene, I guess.
So, after rambling round for a few minutes, listening to the blues and rock pouring from the cafes and taverns, I followed my nose to a waiting cab and came home. The cabbie, by chance, was the very same one who had brought me downtown a few short hours earlier. From west africa, he complained how he had been working 16 hours today and would clear only $140 at best. Well, my trip was worth it, I suppose; I made a few contacts for my photography and that was that! (While ambling down the street, I considered how the Good Book says, "Better to visit the house of mourning that the house of mirth."
Thus, I arrived home, lit a cigarette and decided to blog. "The Lord works in strange ways."
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