two entries
thank you all
"to the sea"
to the sea
to the sea
open your world
unmatched by others
in every way
in every way
keeper of secrets
you hold our souls
you hold our souls
your powers bewitch
such sights enchant
every sound lingers
far and wide unveil
never are we the same
never are we the same
witnessing gliding eagles
healing from golden sands
amazements are everlasting
to the sea
to the sea
blessed are we
SkyWatcher
01-29-24
"as moons transition"
time and sands move
yet we think and dwell
why is life a bed of nails
why are all windows closed
where are the butterflies
where is the light
our mosaic life reveals
flooding rains
dead end roads
where are birds of spring
where are church bells that ring
as moons transition to suns
behold such a moment
passing of the torch
passing of light
closed windows open
birds of spring sing
SkyWatcher
01-27-24
We live in the seed yet to be planted
content to be the parents of all this.
It is good to let our eyes dream
over the water together,
you with your cool hand in mine.
I watch you ascend up into the blue
as magical as any eagle chasing
it own invisible shadow,
wondering why a woman
so very warm within me
when we roll in the ripple and spume of us
how she can feel so pleasantly refreshing
on a warm summers day.
Of course, we are from over there,
we are above the trees watching
each other’s daydreams.
This light-show is just for us
there is no one else.
The day beautifies itself
as we dive into the lake to drown
only to spin away as more flashes
of amazements,
yet like river rocks
we remain still in the rush and flow
bound to one breathing kiss of intimacy.
Up in the treetops we have painted the sky above
with all the possibilities that surface
under the closed eyelids of lovers.
Faith is the substance in things hoped for evidence not seen,
science that is magic and works by its own keen.
Wherein at ease it takes one to wondering beyond,
almighty sensitive humor in believing fond.
Laws of living nature fit all to recycle every mood,
filling every curiosity and answers to amazements glued.
Wisdom from many lives delighted to prolong,
souls that hear the echoes through the crystal stone.
Dancing lights in their constant feast to be in joy alive,
intellectual throne and mystic seat to survive.
The abysmal deeps of individual personality,
will fail and perish with sore despair utterly.
The rational airy mind in confusion wrought,
and ticket to ride in the kingdom of thought.
Stardust by joy attracted and just dance,
hollow orb of sphere and fixed circumstance.
Spending most of my days on the dark side of the moon.
Trying to remember where I've been.
Lost, hopeless, alone is where I had been hiding.
Not knowing on the other side was this colorful world hanging in the darkness.
I look on in amazement, how did I not witness this before?
Why did I force myself to this prison of darkness?
When all I had to do was change the scenery, and see the hope.
Hope of the life I see.
Hope of the love I see.
Hope of the happiness I see.
Hope of some form of universal unity.
Hope in a truth that sets us free.
Won't you come with me, and travel the galaxy and all it's amazements?
It's ok to be stuck on the dark side of the moon,
even flowers need to be in darkness to grow into something beautiful.
And that's ok, we all grow into something beautiful at our own pace.
Just know, when you're ready, I'll be right there to enjoy your beauty,
the beauty you were always meant to be.
My miss for Daddy is twenty years old
with its feel constant in my heart’s deep hold.
To hear his voice and be in his presence,
would be a gift of boundless abundance.
Still, he’s exactly where he belongs –
I should not alter the mission he’s on.
There are others long gone thru Heaven’s gate
whose earth appearance would stir my elate.
How very excited my thrilled would be
if Helen Keller were to visit me.
Her achievements were awesome amazements
that increased my faith’s patience containment.
I would bust flushed to see Henry Thoreau
who rose my individualism dough.
When a teen, his story touched seeds in me
that sturdy my worthy on life’s journey.
Since I dare not upset God’s strategy,
I ponder the Tinkerbell love in me.
Though fantasy shelled, I am in her spell;
she attends all my enchantments so well.
Not gone to come back, but so very dear
that I wish her twinkle to earth appear.
... CayCay
10-20-18
(written for contest but true)
You've always been thinking,
In the soil you've been digging,
Groundwater which is disgusting,
forcing you to be demanding,
For tasteful water in drinking.
A mixture of sodium chloride,
A body in which you’ll abide,
A cage that won’t ever divide,
The horizon that will guide,
To where you can live alongside.
The attractor of amazements,
The grappler of moments,
The magnetizes of compliments,
The tummy of all improvements,
And the house of achievements.
vanilla almond milk with a hint of honey
that is what you feel like to me
every moment with you is a cool breeze that is wonderfully everlasting
i look forward to seeing you every nanosecond on the nanosecond
i am surprised by how much i actually miss all parts and meanings of you
vanilla almond milk with a hint of honey
that is what you taste like to me
every experience with you is a different taste in all defining amazements....front and back....in between and behind
i look forward to hearing your voice every nanosecond on the nanosecond
i am surprised by how much you actually dominate all areas of my thoughts....even the cobwebbed ones
vanilla almond milk with a hint of honey
that is taste on the tips of your lips when you kiss my heart
every single day with you like edutainment with positive depth and meaning
i look forward to being loved by you and reciprocating that every nanosecond on the nanosecond
i am surprised by how much i actually treasure you....treasuring me....
CRAPSEY PHRASIS
To the heart of the matter,
windblown by gusty amazements,
a richness and complexity,fine
and delicate, the beauty of verse.
Co-existent speech by ‘ear’ and
reason tested,not in arrogance
but humility and subtlety of form.
Questions,most alluring,novelty
foreshadowed by conscious perception.
Far and leisured was the journey,the
prosodaic discerned by a sense
of rhythm.The lyrical contrast of
speech appears musical and
temporal in the listener’s ear.
From Adelaide Crapsey’s ‘Study of Metrics ‘1918
Listen to me recited my Crapsey phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro