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Last time it rained was in April.
It did not rain that much,
but it was enough to dirty everywhere.
You see, it was a south easterly wind
and the clouds arrived laden with sand from the north African desert.
That was nearly five months ago, and the farmers are already up in arms,
bemoaning lack of water as they till the arid soil.
dust flies in the air
the sun blazes overhead
sweat drips profusely
Prayers have not gone unanswered!
Dark clouds creep from behind the hills
fast multiplying, ominously, obliterating the blue.
The calm hot air is ruffled by a timid breeze which soon turns
to gusty wind. A sudden horizontal flash followed by drawling thunder
precedes a few big drops of rain which testily hit the ground.
increase of tempo
deafening cymbals clash
erupting deluge
Water gathers then flows steadily down the streets;
thirsty fields drink greedily; trees bathe in delight, relishing
heaven’s kiss of life on their moribund leaves, roots breathing in relief.
Then, worn out, the wind slowly abates; so do the thunder and the rain.
The clouds shyly disperse, permitting an unobstructed view of the sky above.
Satiated, the sundrenched land savours the afterglow.
sensual appeal
petrichor emanation
veins pleasantly throb
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8th June 2016
Cold Season…
I feel the winter calling
The cold season blowing on the wind
I want to send my spirit soaring
But it doesn’t know where to begin
I watch the leaves as they’re falling
Changing colors I watch them twist and turn
Turning to the ground, I’m gazing back into the sky
To feel the frost; just as fire, burn…
I feel the winter calling
The cold season blowing on the wind
To me it seems the clouds are falling
And I’m wondering where I fit in
I see life through a picture window
Unpainted glass covering the expanse of the frame
My unobstructed view of the trees bending in the wind
Wondering if the view will ever change
Or if it will ever be the same again…
I feel the winter calling
The cold season blowing on the wind
I want to send my spirit soaring
But frozen, it doesn’t know where to begin…
There’s a reason why the windows
Don’t get cleaned but once a year
And the answer, like my windows now,
Is obvious and clear.
It’s an awful, dirty job and it
Takes effort, time and sweat,
With an unobstructed view the only
Bonus that you’ll get.
If you live in an apartment,
On a floor up several flights,
Then the misery’s compounded
By the dizziness of heights.
For each time I grab a window,
I can picture my descent
And my husband in the doorway
Wondering where the hell I went.
Still, with rolls of paper towels
And a Windex, all a’spritz,
All the grime that I’ve been granted
Has just up and called it quits.
Now the vistas of the city
Are there beckoning to me;
Though they might have done so prior,
There was no way I could see!
"Major Love"
My dear Major Love,
are You following me yet?
all the sunrising storms read?
soliloquys too many to mention
my very brave Major Love
You’ll find me yet
tomorrow
is never too late
in this dreamscape
it won’t be the Love
that everyone suspects
it commenced inside and yet
You made it out two weeks late
are You following me yet?
Footprints left
oh so very left, yet You
are right, so very very right
it's all very
black and white
messy and neat
romance of a lifetime
my brave Major Love
yet, somehow I know You
this You know alone,
You feel incomplete
dear Major Love
You’ll find me yet
lost in the crowd of
any leftfield audience
their better minds in hand
do not fit this catcher’s mit
that is a fact, You can be certain
of that, my brave Major Love
but You, my dear Major Love
1st base, 2nd, and 3rd
always watched, as if an eyeball
in the sky hovers over You
holds You
fast and intent
watching for all
the home runs you have spent
I am not in the bleechers
I am fixed on You focused eyed
the winning ball pitching Life
It is only for You
in dreams
I will always meet You
are You ready?
it is all for You
stoic Major Love
one two three owl
one two three owl
eyes wide open You now
strike matched and outrun
winning the race, yet
sometimes we lose, Major Love
but We losers
get back up again
there is no giving up
there is never no giving up
all the way home
my brave Major Love
the game already won
the field wide open before You
You'll fall again, this much is true,
but We get back up again
there is never no giving up
my much loved Major Love
the whole field before You
my gloriously embarrassed
heart read Major Love
face flushed, You are
always Loved
my best Major Love
We dance
We love
We fall
We get back up again
always for Love
it is always for Love
courage, my much loved
only Major Love
Candide Diderot. ‘24
lux gvlm lux
"There's no eye in the sky
Just our love
No unobstructed view
No perfect truths
Just our love, just our love
And there's no verse
No monument of words
For our love
For they can't hold
All I know
About my love, about my love..."
You are my spring.
You make me feel alive!
It is as if I haven't been breathing
And you are my first taste of forest air.
The ringing of your heart
Is like the sounding of a tiny bell
That wakes me from my lethargy.
You call me the Reason For Your Smile
And I wonder how a Rose like you
Could burn even brighter
With a Holy Fire
Because you have felt my kiss
O! There is no better Day
Than the Day on which you were born,
For in the great graph of Life
There is recorded the first Rainbow
And it shone for you
Like the first Promise that God
Was happy
When we met.
All pure and unobstructed
By the moon,
Your Sun shines better
Than the Night.
But Night, ah Night!
Glows with the Radiance of your singing Star!
I call you Venus!
Bright Star of the Morning
And I celebrate
Your coming unto me!
I was driving to my grannies country home after the end of a dinner invite with friends in town, about 40 miles away.
There was news of the oddity prior to my first visual contact, that entertained my youthful glassless eyes for the near full length of this drive and that thing be an unobstructed view.
I'm talking about Comet Kohoutek, of 1973. Admittedly, the spectacle looked like a toy when the tail drops a bit then ups a bit.
The comet appeared blunted, like some dream, or like a string on a kite but cut severely short.
On the opposite end, being my left-side drivers window, directly is the moon over the ocean, and the comet more left of my driver's window, heading towards town that I had just left.
The moon fronts my drivers window, the comet in my rear window, wondered with that comet out there--where is everybody?
Ah, that's the answer, it's driving out to the country, with the length of a beach one side, the moon in front, comet rear, and that is why nobody's here.
... and not because it's two in the morning.
When neighbor fields are plowed, sowed, and irrigated
The reptiles enter our homes feeling accepted
They move around within, as though unobstructed
When neighbor fields are plowed, sowed, and irrigated
They sleep on our beds as though feeling protected
They play with our children mentally connected
When neighbor fields are plowed, sowed, and irrigated
The reptiles enter our homes feeling accepted
We are poor our homes are not costly constructed
Our beds are not cozy and sophisticated
We are nomads and our tents are often shattered
Reptiles do not hurt us as they feel well trusted
When neighbor fields are plowed, sowed, and irrigated
The reptiles enter our homes feeling accepted
16 July 2021
never thought i would make a friend again
everyday i am in kindergarten raising my hand to be chosen
i am again a space alien with flatulence and bad halitosis
yet i now have a friend and replies now come with air conditioning
never thought i would make a friend again
everyday i reach for a sky with barb wire around every temperamental cloud
i am again a freak show in a cage on a forgotten road to nowhere
yet i now have a friend and replies now come with unobstructed views
never thought i would make a friend again
everyday i walk on a beach overrun with careless seaweed that frigidly teases and bullies
i am again a quack job with too many bills and not enough oars
yet i now have a friend and replies now come with pure sincerity and unconditional love
A small lake
There was a lake not far from the white-washed hamlet
in the interior of the Algarve; on hot summer days, witnessed
by my dog, which shuddered at the thought.
It was a small lake surrounded by hillsides, modest
almost unobstructed, just water, no big deal
One day when driving past the lake had disappeared
a dent in the ground full of thistles and tine of tunny
Oh, come think of it, a rowing boat that once had been
optimistically blue, but now sad dried teardrops.
The plane between the hill where the lake lived
is a center for helicopter services; not that much I mind
but I would rather see the lake again in the moonlight.
Hindsight gives you an unobstructed view:
unveiling what was once invisible,
hidden truths are now rendered visible.
You cannot change your past: only review
it, for it's not something you can undo:
like a spent coin, it's not divisible.
Your heart has been broken too many times:
stop chasing shadows; focus on the now
and move on; you'll get over this somehow.
Today, you can't tell the wind from the chimes
as tears trickle down, anxiety climbs:
and you squander what strength hope will allow.
But tomorrow offers a brand new day;
another chance for you to find your way.