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I was just standing there
beside the Tumtum tree
and stood awhile in thought.
Feeling like a dancer -
wisping, waltzing, wandering.
Arms akimbo, then widespread
turning to the tune of
my own voice's mellifluous music,
floating on life's lonely stage.
Thinking the thoughts of the inner me,
the universe and all it can be.
Then to dance with the wee deaths,
the trying troubles to rearrange
only to have sudden joy
in impermanence and change.
Once finding illusive certainty
revelling in it, savoring of it.
The trite things one thinks of
while just standing there,
doing nothing at all, soulful sighs.
Fluttered flicks of awakening.
Colored Pencil illustration by G. Gaul
An overachieving college student
with lofty ambitions.
Her education is finally over,
a completion of a complicated puzzle.
A summa cum laude graduate
with two doctorate degrees under her belt.
The sky's the limit, yet she struggles
to decide which fork in the road to take
She stands with her arms akimbo
on the cusp of destiny.
As her eyes search the infinte stars
in the sky, she's wondering "Now what?"
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Date written and posted: 09/20/2019
A shaggy dog espied a graceful cat
She arched her back, he fell flat
on his jowls, she pivoted - nose up
His paws akimbo, Shaggy arfed
Wait, dear cat, I can explain that
But Graceful didn't miss a stride
After all, she had her pride
Who needs a mangy mutt who falls
she thought, a dame like me must be bought
Now Shaggy may be clumsy, but he's not deaf
He heard Graceful mewing under her breath
She loves me sure, Shaggy felt
His tender heart, her icy exterior would melt
So Shaggy scrambled after her, closing in fast
When he drew close, she turned around at last
It was then that he saw Graceful's face up close
"Adios," he cried
~ Her whiskers were caespitose
Some time ago, when we were free to do;
ten I was, or twelve?
I walked along a misty lane to school
the etched patterns of ferns and trees
on my window when I awoke
now echoed in the frozen grass
and early ferns
being gently crushed
by each step I took.
The sun had begun its morning due
to warm the earth,
and generate the day's miasma mist;
as did the breathing of the gathering crowd,
which hung upon the hedge
of privet, hawthorn, yew,
to rest upon a thousand spider webs
a myriad of droplets dew.
And there it was
the spider
fat and yellow;
waiting.
Not in the shadows,
as the others I had seen
but, eight legs akimbo
in the centre of it's now opaque web
taunting.
I had a cricket in a matchbox
in my pocket
A prize from yesterday's
sweet forage.
I placed the wriggling insect
upon the web and watched
the attack
the bite
the wrap.
And so I write
Triton:
We are here for the gathering,
For the awakening of our nearest stars.
We care little of what the other has to say.
We only want what's best for ourselves.
Nereid:
I've been dust-flexing for many suns now.
I grow weaker with each turn.
My level of solitude in the white realm, though,
Never feels burdensome
Naiad:
These are all things to consider
Loops threading our thoughts,
Like the music, we are waves and
Vibrations.
Thalassa:
Ssshhhhh
I am trying to sleep and
There are no more secrets anymore anyway
We are stuck out here in
Wonder and contentment
I contend to nap!
Despina:
Huusshhhhh...
Because silence is our friend
There's been no meteors,
No blurring debris for ages!
Let us be thankful...
Larissa:
I am thankful that I have you
And me,
And I'm thankful to feel thankful,
Though panels from other realms keep falling--
We are changing!
Proteus:
I will recite something I heard
right before my last collision:
You're going to get hit again and again
And again and you're just gonna have to learn to take it.
(Ahem). That's how I feel, I guess.
Galatea, Shepherd Moon, floated
Akimbo to the Milky Way,
Listening to the noise of the others
Listening to a universe of lovers.
She stood there almost unnoticed
One component of a musical layer
Until her riff came and showed
She was a mean saxophone player
Her controlled notes lazily flowing
Around that club room and bar
No restrictions on their going
As she slid them near and far
Wrapping them around and through
Each knowing receiving head
Notes that oh so sly could do
Miracles to stir and wake the dead
Her eyes were closed so softly tight
Legs akimbo astride that stage
Speared by that one spotlight
Playing a maturity beyond her age
You could feel for just a little
A jazz epic in the build
By a talent more than brittle
As not a note was spilled
Then as the spotlight shifted
She stepped back into the band
And the standard she had lifted
Slipped back in to the bland
She stood there almost unnoticed
One component of a musical layer
Until her riff came and showed
She was a mean saxophone player
Ken Mattingly is mad
about being cut from the Apollo 13 crew -
now no one will see his zero-gravity backflip
until a later time, by then no one will care.
Tom Hank’s Luna capsule spins out of control;
ever since the Da Vinci Code
he has been wrestling with his inner demons.
Gravity has put a few pounds on George Clooney
no one notice, as he gracefully spins
around the space junk of a starry firmament.
The Redcoats attack, and his son is taken.
He runs through the woods
tomahawk and musket akimbo.
Mel Gibson is not ideal for the part,
but sober 18th century Indian fighters
are hard to find.
Lord Cornwallis has lost his pet dogs
and will soon lose Virginia -
he will miss his dogs.
The movie star is on fire. Denzel
has gone ape-s...t,
he thinks the little girl is dead,
but she has a long career ahead of her.
The Last of the Mohicans
have built a casino in Connecticut,
and are now living in Hollywood.
The soon to be legless Lt. Dan
is absolutely not a loser
according to Gump.
Gump, like many Americans
could not find Mexico City on a map.
Gary Sinise does his backflip
as crowds of Mexicans look to the heavens
watching alien spaceships
perform their well-documented
fly-by.
In the Med aboard the Byrd,
Captain spoke and gave the word.
Rough course ahead, but still on track.
If not on duty, then hit your rack.
For Rob and I, we had to know.
So, topside bound to see the show.
Ship was pitching left and right.
Walking bulkheads with all our might.
Reached the fantail, but not alone.
Several Squids were standing prone.
With arms akimbo, we latched on.
With watered walls, the sun was gone.
Then up those walls to Neptune's peak,
To witness the chaos we did seek.
Shining sunburst on rolling seas,
With crashing waves and salty breeze.
Right back down to where we started.
Loved the rush the seas imparted.
Port to starboard, we felt the pause.
Ballast held to level the cause.
But when it froze for way too long,
Gut met throat to stifle song.
We broke from chain, one by one.
Back to bunks, like all had done.
Hours later, with humbled pride,
Will always reflect on natures ride.
I wandered the desert alone, oh, what a dream to remember!
'Twas a place of extremes. Gorgeous yet frightening. A swelteringly hot
Barren terra incognita that stretched far beyond the horizon.
I walked for miles and miles; feeling more lost by the hour,
I turned, following my footprints back to civilization.
But unbeknownst to me, a sandstorm roared, erasing footprints I made earlier.
Staggering, fighting my fatigued body and moribund spirit, I paused briefly,
Barely standing upright, with arms akimbo trying to catch my breath.
"Where am I?", I wondered in a panic. Sweat streaming down my
brow, I continued traversing the never-ending stretch of desolate wasteland.
The chances of finding my way out of this vast sea of sand, improbable.
"Is this how it all ends? How will I make it out here alive?"
I asked myself, drowning in an ocean of pessimism. Thoughts in my head
Dark and morbid. I'm lost. A nightmare come true! The chances for a rescue
In this unforgiving no man's land couldn't seem more unlikely.
An oasis, a needle in the haystack. I'm increasingly asphyxiated by thirst.
Before long, I chanced upon a tree trunk still standing tall, frozen in time.
I took shade on its shadow across the sand, defeated, begging God
For a quick end to my misery. Instead, heavens opened up, and down came
The rain. An augury of hope...my salvation! Oh, what a dream to remember!
Date written and posted: 10/02/2018
I have been technically dead
and technically alive.
Escape clause, minor glitch
in my truth-machine,
but a kind of life does occasionally permeate
my real life.
I like the click and clunk of a well-made
flint ignition petroleum lighter.
‘Zippo’ light warms hands in a cold woods.
Sometimes I am the flint
sometimes the light - we all are I guess.
Before I was dead or alive
I recall signing a contract,
a ‘life’s purpose’ document
which I instantly forgot.
I still search Mind for reasons
still don’t know squat…..
but wait, I got here,
(arms akimbo, wagging my chin),
soon I’ll be leaving on a ghost train
and I’m gonna be upset,
because my much used ‘Zippo’ collection
is probably worthless.