splashing into the pond.
The chasing dog dives right in behind him,
churning the water,
floundering around
coming back out with no turtle,
soaking wet and shaking water
all over every one
who're jumping back
laughing and screaming.
...
From where I sit here on top of the world,
I can see the turtle down there:
Swimming around on the bottom of the pond,
laughing!
and red for passion's pull
Deep black holes gravitate strong
filling themselves up full
The whole universe seethes and throbs
with infinity.
Oh woe to shrill-tongued harbingers of ill-fated destiny
who first inclined in haste
to lend light to throes of destruction
wreathed in flames of Fear--
Oh Woe, Woe, Woe!
To the Planter of Dragon Seed...
The Fear whereof
doth make planets shake and shudder!
But childish error, that they are afraid!
For a child indeed shall rescue life
from the cold-pale weakness of senses dismay'd!
What will he do?
Run out on the street?
Put shoes on his feet?
Start off on a quest to find him a wife?
Ah....I see he already
looks a little like my Freddy
What with that boo-tiful hair
up there
on top o' his head
But oh me oh my
I sigh
He don't look so witty
and no where near as pretty
as my Fred!
--(: )
Zinnia
weaving webs unseen
glowing there invisible
above the treetops green.
Rainbow colored silk
like reflections upside down
of treetops tall once woven
by spiders on the ground.
--sef
Old River itself it
seems has given root
to a tree such as
never before seen
whose twigs are
twigs
made by some magical new
formula
of floating along the surface in swirls
while at the same time submerged below
seeking a place
to anchor itself,
possibly it has
captured a water hyacinth from kissimee
making it so
that now we can breathe underwater
in the colors of
deep submarine moonlit scatterings
left by a
falling splash
from way up high in the
sky.
never before
did we sleep
in salty sand
--sef
mastered all his letters
splashing through puddles-
don't laugh! It pays!
he's discovered another world
Me and my border collie
No luck! Nary a puddle was seen!
Ooops! we forgot
It has to rain long enough to get the earth
indigo blue to upturned face
Turning away to inside shadows
but that's so much less for us to eat
Are you here to shatter'
By writing all over our Food?
-s
give us all a brush
no two will ever be the same
A whole new world,
From all the old eddas
and all their old creators you borrow
O September
Starr,
Sage of autumn!
Great spirit
speaking
through bush and brier
o'er park and field and
fire...
Autumn leaves do wander everywhere!
blown up
against the fence in piles
they fall between the cracks of
stiles
then hang where dewdrops do appear
In their
gold-- a pearl to seek here
Farewell to summer:
Autumn
is here!
-s
must I forever stream through spaces heretofore
is and is not mine!
A world I discovered one
day
while cruising along through the sky
I
swung over to it in anticipation
wondering what I would
find
wondering if anyone would mind
I saw the fabric
holding this strange globe
together
looked soft
and yielding;
my fingers pulled it, feeling-
and yes I
could stretch it enough
to poke my head in and wiggle my
way
through the protective stuff
being curious
and
letting my imagination go un-bridled
I edged along looking,
feeling, smelling, I sidled
like a crab hoping not to
find
any lurker coming up from behind
and
pouncing
upon me the unsuspecting pleb
who'd landed and
penetrated this web
As my vision grew wider
I could see
there was no spider
so as my confidence grew more and
more
I began to walk about, to explore
Wait a minute!
This place looks familiar!
I've been here before!
This
is my garden!
Strike a pose!
Except, that is, for that nose!
(He could probably smell a skunk on mars.)
But the most striking thing of all
about him is that he's wearing an earring--
and that's the very first time
I ever saw a farmer wearing anything
of any kind resembling any sort of jewelry.
Around these part around here
them old truck farmers don't even wear
a ring or a watch- and they can tell time
just by glancing at the sun, with a squint
Ask them how they tell time on cloudy days and they don't answer.
lopped off
a long time before
piled up haphazardly
and left there
to rot upon the forest floor
until one day a Master of Art
came along
treading upon fallen leaves and
twigs,
upon tasty mushrooms unseen,
(some poisonous, thus taboo)
then his eyes falling upon that tangled up collection began to gleam
as a masterpiece of art such as none ever before seen
was born beneath the deft hands of said Master. He
arranged the conglomeration
with the genius of extrapolation
into a
"coherent piece that makes a statement."
Now a thing of beauty..
Behold!
The toppled tree once more stands- upright and bold!
Hauntingly deeper in darkness
into earthly estates
sacred wings flew
where once upon time
shadows grew
green groves evolve to
rainbow colors between
lovely things unseen
keen delight
faint purple air
stretches into shining heaven there
imaginary images rising to birth
there to inspire a virgin earth
where pathways up mountains
'tween boulders sprung
mong'st flowering thorns and vines they hung
those glittering lights in morning wet
mysterious secrets not solved yet
and what do I see?
a playful little otter
coming up at me!
He splashes me all over
getting me soaking wet
then flips and turns
and dives
back to the bottom to get
another friend or two
to play and roll and flip
I watch and laugh to see
such fun
until I slide and slip
and find myself a swimming
down deep to otter land
where soon I splash and play
to the beat of the otter band! :)
-s
Rivers, forests, mountains,
valleys, plains and oceans-
their constant change,
flow,
breatheing aliveness!
and all that is "out there"
sun, moon, stars, clouds,
galaxies, universes untold-
their constant change,
flow,
these are the things a sentient
being savors
and all these things
are embodied in this tree
this tree that refuses to die.
-7
:)
--And furthermore to confound,
Language: a virus sometimes called a bug
from way out there
in the wild blue yonder
a little seed-sowing
proliferating slug-a-lug,
from outer space where imaginations wander
Vanilla Flavored Language Virulations
Fill Up drippingly delicious
Made Of Chain Link Crackers!
-s