On the Link
Track 1 West
Only once before
did the link train run this fast
on a late Sunday last year
I think in the middle of June
But when the train runs fast
these high seats are dumb witness
to an unbroken rumble
and a high singing rail
We sail on ringing tides of steel
past grinder mills that shift
their gravel to windward
and their dust from side to side
We slide and banter
passed north south venues
passed streams of endless corner malls
perpindicular to their stalls
Every angling sunlit exposure
reflected in a flat dimming cast
I can now see in my image
looking back at me in the glass
We are racing into the west
into a hole where the vast city
is awakened by the sound
of the doppler shift in the horn
West on track one
soon to a tired yawning station
where the crossing lanes converge
quickly vanishing fast
Categories:
to windward, city,
Form: Free verse
the salt sweats into the flung spray
the stirred spume of the waters
twining the molecules of the morning's
gaze
to windward it lazily plays
like the woman's electric touch
the dawn touching the enlivening
day
the oxygens come evident through the languidly, scented
haze
sitting curled atop the dabbled cover, sipping coffee
with rhythmic grace she bends, sending
skin and fascination within her stretching, seeming
form
in deep quiddity and fire
like the Gulf's thick air, she fills my dry lungs
like the salt she sends to my eyes
to sights delicious in the tides of the night
spent, the sensed yen
spooned loose on salted
meat
like water that
pulls across bone white
sand
rolling, turning, roping into
warm, green depths
again
steps lightened with release
the morning sweet in its suspension of
abiding
unease
long limbs settled fine. rubbers and lipstick lines
indulge and dine on the purer pleasures
of the tree
the woman, the salt, the blending skin, and the
sea.
Categories:
to windward, april, art, bangla, baseball,
Form: Free verse
I see it there beside the rill
among the fields upon the hill
all windswept.
With a full smile and chugging sound
it looks with glee as it goes round
to windward.
At end of day it’s time to stop
the moon comes up and shines atop
the windmill.
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Paul Callus ~ 22nd November, 2014
Contest: Fire, Earth, Wind
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Chosen topic for compound words: Wind
Categories:
to windward, wind,
Form: Rhyme
The man is funny as hell
But is Nazism something to laugh about?
I've run into iit
Believe me it wasn't pleasent
Remeber the T.S. Eliot line "Oh you who turn to windward
Gentile or Jew
consider Phlebas who was tall and handsome as you"
Well I have considered Phlebas
and realize the story
is going to end
No one is without fault in Jewish theology
Even the mightiest of kings
I'm not without fault
Just sent $10 to the Simon Wiesenthal foundation
Hope it does some good
Categories:
to windward, humorous,
Form: Free verse