January’s snow flows stealthfully through my fifth-floor apartment window, flung wide open to welcome in the new year. The half-drawn curtains bellow with brisk salt air blowing in from the North Sea. A distant foghorn groans in a resigned, forlorn resonance, guiding ships braving the churning, ice-slushy waters as church bells strike twelve stately brassy tones.
This night I stand alone and content, a rich cup of espresso in my hand. Eschewing nostalgia and perhaps too sober of thought, I prefer my pleasures to be of the vicarious variety. Beneath me I take in the muted ambers and oranges spread out from the four cafes, out past the cobblestone road, glistening as snowflakes alite. Young couples drinking, glasses clinking, hug, kiss and revel, strolling out from the cafes. Some indulge in a traditional waltz, before the speaker blares more modern fare. Waves of laughter and singing ebb and flow as I turn and head toward my bed and blessed sleep.
Again the foghorn blares mournfully, like a tuba vainly pleading to be united with a long-lost orchestra.
The squirrel,on the big branch
looked so soulfully at me.
His beautiful, dancing eyes so charming
as he if he were trying to say
something.
A deep secret, too eloquent to be
put in a poem.
He turned gracefully, suddenly.
His secret?
I took it home, very stealthfully.
*Original version had error in last line. Thanks,
Gershon for alerting me. Apologies to all!*
5/23/2019
12:50 pm PS
HEAT BY DEGREES (a semi erotic poem)
Feathered shivering fingertips
give way to erotic heat by degrees,
the hot-cool beat of lovers in cadence.
If, when on this journey of perplexing events
one learns about love's secret itinerary,
it would be wise to remember,
passion invites, the possession of which
varies in heat by degrees.
and with most individuals save a few,
like a drug, it subdues withdrawal pains
for just a short time.
When the caresses have begun to mellow,
trysts, in heat by degrees, again start to ascend
stealthfully lurking, to buoyant rising from
places deep in the corrugated shadows
of man's frenetic mind.
Infused, and fired with singular intention,
heat by degrees unabashedly exposes
greater levels of agitation and rushes forth
unrestrained by any rational reasoning.
Ah, but when basted by the tested
and proven love of blended familiar flavors,
the savoring of remembered exotic delights,
becomes richer and more pleasing and
the heat by degrees flames evenly
and ever so slightly down, waiting for love
to be served at just the right temperature.
C.A.K. 2-10-2013
Venerable sky so vaunted so blue
Meandering pastels freely spew
Lofty visions dicharge anew
Clouded memories stealthfully skew
New horizons, sharp vistas brew
Panoramic scenes vividly hew
Lucid images swirl in your airy stew
Fleeting dreams soar from my view
Fresh perspective in your realm preview
Froward fantasies from your borders mew
Sink streams of hope into your purview
A wide range of blessings artfully cue
Polluting substances filter in your purifying flue
From your soaring loft colorful contrasts renew
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