( Me and my old dog Byron...a Basset Hound) Wilmington Island, Georgia
In the solace of an evening On a street lined with oaks Blonde follicles that liven Movements that provoke Eyes that bounce, in their sockets Sparks that fly....retro rockets Phosphorous of fireflies glimmer Loop and dodge ....dimmer , dimmer Pacing steps with every pant Legs high-stepp'n, thighs that dance Baying Basset, chasing sparks Lightning insects , in the dark Nighthawk squeals his dining call Breasts are dancing... bouncing balls Licking flashes fly through night Stepp'n faster...sweat that fights Paces toying with wounds to heal Memories chasing thoughts...until Exasperated female wiles Counts each one then gently files Away the pains ... then catches up With lanterned bugs and long eared pups Marsh that beckons... teasing pains Tears to lick and smiles to gain Night path moves beneath her steps Quickened grounds that give in... depth Each new step completes the pace Moods swing yonder... saving grace Stars upon her shoulders there Dancing congas in her hair Flecks upon each hollowed spot Dots of lightning skip and hop Reeds that live each shouldered life High top jogging ... slicing night Then quiet is broken til next time Step on a dollar... give in a dime Ounces of love'n... pounding away With echoed hearts...just another day.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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This is a wonderful poem thank you....
Peace......
Peggy
Reindeer
Allen
Jack
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :D