The hypnotic whisper of the tides,
the rustle of pines silhouetted
against lavender twilight
release the mind to journey through
irregular lines that shape the rhythms
of the poem flowing easily from the pen
warmed by his hand: a world he
commands line by random line, in which
he can be somebody, anybody, anywhere,
do as he pleases, all things possible.
He can frolic in Parisian fountains
with Scott and Zelda, fly with Frank
to Jupiter and Mars blazing a trail through
cosmic ice and other big bang residue,
dance the Continental in Fred’s footsteps,
shag flies with the catcher in the rye, gaze
with Shelley into the deep ravine of Arve,
that still bewitching cave of poets, laze
on white sands at sundown and watch
cactus flowers open, fade away
on the melody of Keats’s immortal
nightingale, sail the southern seas
on the Beagle and measure the silences
of the past, swap lies and laughs
with Huckleberry, wage war on windmill
monsters, seek to become himself
in Laotse’s deathless vale, stand alone
on Easter Island’s shore communicating
with heads of stone. He can soar
with women he has loved on fleeting
wings of gratified desire, win the gold
for discus, locate the Lost Colony,
challenge Ulysses to darts in a Dublin
pub, roam the ruins of Troy with Homer,
tour the tumbled graves of Eliot’s
wasteland, scale Olympus and grab a star,
march again with Martin, sing Rodolfo
to his dying Mimi, dine in candlelight
at Monticello with Tom and Black Sal,
talk dirty with Amadeus, conquer
the conquistadors before they wreck
the Inca civilization, race dolphins
through the Pillars of Hercules and
camp beyond the Nile to observe
the construction of the pyramids and
Cleopatra in her bath, play the violin
like Joshua Bell, circumnavigate
the Milky Way in a souped-up rocketship,
Strike out the Babe and read
L’Etranger in French, take a bullet
for Bobby and live to rewrite history.
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Cheers,
Dan
Lin
Like finally marrying the girl of dreams and consummating the thing,
I finally got around to reading some of your works. This one is a statement of an educated man who continues to live life fully. Hell man, what haven't you done... so far? Completely enjoyable and edifying, indeed! I will be back for more. - Bill
Cryssa
Many Blessings and Muuch Love ~~ Micke
Sandie May Angel :o)
with women he has loved on fleeting
wings of gratified desire"
he can also touch & embrace the exotic & sensual abyss of love's passions without boundries, with freedom to find perfection in words to know the belief of divinity & purities forevermore....
Your Vocab Is Outstanding Gene....
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
(((HUIGS))) and love, Karla.
and fly me to the moon [the tony bennett version, not the frank styling]---one of my favourites. .. bennett just sings it with more emotion, more near tears voice, more love. ..
tangent: but i ran with it ;]
nessa