Long Sarasota Poems
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I almost went to Florida
To visit with my aunt
Until the virus landed
And my plans it did supplant.
I almost got a chance to see
A Sarasota treat.
The Ringling exhibition
Would have made the trip complete.
I almost got to quilting class
To start on something new
And as to when I’ll get there,
Well, I haven’t got a clue.
I almost got to go to Greece,
A long-awaited tour.
Perhaps next year I’ll have the chance
To get there and explore.
I almost got to see my play
Produced up on the stage.
I almost got to celebrate
My birthday’s special age.
I almost got to keep
My Friday babysitting dates.
Though FaceTime helps a bit
A lot of hugging yet awaits.
I almost got to live my life
Without this daily fear.
I’m hoping that these almosts
Will, at some point, disappear.
While basking in the sun at Sarasota Bay
A couple approached Cathie and me
Nicest two people you'll ever want to meet
Welcomed us to the land of the free
They were from the town of Elmira, NY
A couple of miles south of the border
A small world when you really think about it
Us guys are one and two in that order
Sadly we didn't even catch their names
No matter, we were really impressed
Two of the warmest most charming individuals
As they welcomed their Canadian guests
We really wish we could meet them again
It proves I'm right on with my belief
There's a bunch of nice people wherever you go
But our encounter was far too brief
© Jack Ellison 2013
Florida is beckoning once again
The sun, the sand, those leisurely days
The total package, the change of scenery
The change of routine we all need and crave
There are many places on earth
Where this can be achieved
But this is MY paradise, MY wee bit of heaven
Everyone has their own favourite getaway
Florida has always been my second home
In particular, Siesta Key, just south of Sarasota
Those familiar with the area
Know when I refer to a white sandy beach
I'm not just whistling Dixie
Siesta Key is world famous
Think I'll head off to dreamland now
And pretend I'm there, in my own piece of paradise!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Slips marked and mapped across the intercoastal waterways
a scanning breached out of high low tidal waves,
silent, still, obscure, and not well hidden
liveaboards hold steady isolated sheltered misgivings;
embedded and anchored in place
buoys secure contested living space,
Matanzas Pass, Sarasota fields, Titusville and Sunset Bay
the Gulf Stream Key Largo flow a mainstay;
honker down between the wind, the rain, and sun
vessels sturdy and rickety, short and long - all come,
house and home hum interludes for a sing-along,
push aways and pull in tights
safeaways and derelicts amidst stormy plights
resident and transient, occupied and abandoned
faceless vacancies, sequestered and random,
marinas and harbors within hurricane holds in tandem,
dockmasters and dock slips. environmental folds alluring
beleaguered and bewildered landlocked sailors touring
in their trawlers, boats, cruisers and yachts adoring
September shelters in the Florida moorings.
Feathered Brazilian brown hair with eyes that match.
Red lips,Skinny brows with mascara thick on each lash.
Skin tone honey roasted cashew.
Body scarred from self harm and all she had been through.
Felonies,misdemeanors and a diploma.
From Great kills,Staten Island to the beaches of Clearwater and Sarasota.
Vodka on the rocks with a splash of diet coke.
Mirror, a straw and lines of coke.
She always made you laugh With every joke.
Even though,Throughout my childhood my mom was an addict.
There is no other women, I would of rather spent my life with.
Taught me how to be ok with surviving by myself.
Showed me some life choices will have you buried or displayed on a shelf.
I’ve learned from all your mistakes. So, I choose love over wealth.
I was born the black sheep to break the family cycle for my own health.
To ensure, I face the life. I try to create with my best self.
Reading fridge magnets; surprised how interesting,
the world is when stamped into rubber decals.
Rome, Ankara, both Buda and Pest.
Watching a colorful rolling diorama,
pictographs tumbling over a flat white-scape.
Images recalling airport loudspeakers,
beeping taxi cabs and swaying camels.
I nod at a graphic depiction of a flight of pelicans,
bombing Florida,
imagine Sarasota sheltering under torrents of guano.
There is a decal from Mongolia, the magnet reads:
“Welcome to sunny Ulan Bator!" China is reduced to a
bowl of rice with dragons swooping for crumbs
much like London pidgins.
The Roman colosseum nudges Egyptian pyramids,
old lovers, slowly crumbling away.
I don’t see one for Ohio; maybe they only sell them
in Michigan…for target practice.
The fridge is a travel guide for those that sip morning coffee,
and wonder should they even get dressed today.
It's Thanksgiving Day down in the States
Here's to all my many Yankee friends
Wish all you folks have a wonderful day
All my good wishes I do send
Florida was mostly my destination of choice
The Gulf Coast almost exclusively
Siesta Key is just a little south of Sarasota
Where the theme is semi-nudity
Those vacations are less common nowadays
Money's not flowing like it once did
However before the big man calls me upstairs
Wish to relive my days as a kid
Nostalgia I guess is what you would call it
Actually been there on your Black Friday
No offence but you guys are nutso
“Sorry, didn't mean that!” he said slyly!
Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving, I'll say it again
Enjoy this day with your families
There's nothing more loving and rewarding
Than to share a day of geniality
Here's to all my many Yankee friends!
© Jack Ellison 2013