Lake view from
Beech canopy.

Legs, arms, enwrap
Broad trunk and
Ascend unlike any bird since
Dodo.

Sun through beaten
Coppered leaf-set.

Fair Day
With tall grass,
Bedded moss beneath

My seat of rooted
Contemplation

Children
exist in a place where
they can only receive

They don't refuse gifts
out of self centered pride

Such are the ones who seek the Kingdom of Heaven

For unless they become children of God they will never enter

Tonight, the moon is dressed
in lavender shadows, and
rhinestone starlight.

A showgirl dancing on
a windowsill, she tempts
a dreamer to shed inhibitions.

There’s no yesterday
or tomorrow at midnight.
Luna’s wink through the curtain
is a kiss without regrets.

Lost; blinded by the sands of time
Holding on to a dream that has died
I look to you with the eyes of a child
There’s a storm raging deep inside
I feel the wind whispering into my eyes
Holding back all the tears I could cry
Looking back to the past
I know I have another chance

Try to start once again
New Life; To reach for the sky
I’m learning to fly; not just getting by this time
New Life

I’ve climbed the mountains of hope
Trying hard; Not to stumble but cope
At the top; looking out on the earth
Standing high; It’s the day of my birth
Life in this world can be bitter and dry
You must strive to keep passion alive
Don’t live life in a trance
You must take another chance

Try to start once again
New Life; To reach for the sky
I’m learning to fly; not just getting by this time
New Life

up the mountain road at first light
reds and yellows already peck

and freckle the greens of trees
on the road an eclipse of moths

bodies and wings the color of dried leaves
thousands of them

crazed in their choreography
scattered along the side

shattered into piles
broken beyond belief

we remain
life-bruised

and life-healed
and despite all attempts

at comfort and routine
we still wild

at the night
we still wail

for the new light

Yesterday
while walking my dog
At the park
I saw a tall drink of water
A Winsome man who put us at ease
He’s saying his music to the air in trees
A genuine cowboy
From head to toe,

A cowboy hat, boots,Wrangler jeans
a rodeo belt buckle
Gave me a chuckle he sat
in a chair under a yonder, shade tree,
I saw him before he saw me

I mention if he sat there long enough,
He just might see
Eagles, hawks and a vultures or two
His slow reply
“ all I’ve seen so far
is a dog I once knew”

Lean back in his chair,
relaxing there contemplating
the morning view 7:42 am
By the time we finish our walk,
he was gone his melody, his song
still linger from the tips of his fingers

Today, sitting on a picnic table
The cowboy young and able
guitar in hand singing his music, he took a stand
(sundown by Gordon Lightfoot 1974)
“Strumming my face with his fingers
Singing in my whole life with this song”
like he was part of a country band

The minute we got out of the car he stopped,
Pulled his guitar down
I smiled when I spoke half in a joke
I had hoped  for a serenader or two
He looked up
Tipped his hat with a gleam in his eye
You were were you
as we walked by

Halfway down the trail,
I can hear him
strumming his guitar had much to say
Not singing just playing away

The soothing country, music,
gracefully in the air
birds, squirrels,  deer
Far and near
animals big and small everywhere paused
Ears went up twitching animals in awe
for a moment
to take in the one man band
As more people arrived for their daily walkabout

Simply honest, not to deceive
The cowboy quietly got up to leave
A Solitary man


Inspired song

1)Solitary man  (April 1966)
By Neil Diamond

2)Killing me softly 1973
By Roberta Flack

BLT Webster’s Word of the day challenge
Winsome  8-8-25
Windsome describes people and things that are cheerful, pleasant, and appealing

that’s how you like your poetry,
That’s how you would like everything,
No stress, no test, easy on the breast,
but short and sweet has no protein,
won’t build your bones, quite contrary,
the poem that doesn’t make you think,
it’s just a cavity, a precurse to self~decay
a drip dripping in just another day of you evaporating

Perfect painted pastries
Two feet crowded streets
And I can acknowledge
21st century happiness.

Red traffic lights
Bringing humans together
Perfectly unknown pairs of people
Mirroring perfectly the dream, like
Fairytale cities, like dvd copies.

And you can buy more happiness
With your happiness coins
Because everything is possible
As long as you can double the price
Your smile will be on top.

Higher views
Better tables
The biggest investment
And all you can decide.
With your landlord wishes

Don't worry about the pitiful
That live in the suburbs
And "happy" with their jobs.
We can buy champagne
And live like Charlesmagne.

And what about animal justice
That are served in such nice cans
And look so perfect in our golden painted shelves.

And if we are bored
Another city is growing for us to buy
Another country
Another p...
Ah!

There will be no more of us
In a few years,
Shall we spend all that we can
Living like kings and queens?
Seems such a good plan
Not caring about the rest

And when the **** will hit the fan
We will have our fast planes to
Fly away.
And maybe be in a paradise island
Where everything is perfect!

Just as we like!