~Nature~

Morning's Partitions

29 May 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

A chorale of yellows streams through this morn,—
Unblocked by the dimmest hint of white clouds,
Cerulean revealing reigns above,—

Bare chested I welcome this warm caress,
Primal as I had once been eons gone,—
Words elude my grasp and tools recede back,—

There's oatmeal with vanilla in hot milk,
There's nutmeg in black coffee drawing me,
There's songbirds harmonizing in their chant,

There's a child upstairs enjoying sweet dreams,
There's a dog curled up so very near me,—
There's glints of visionary presence here,
In moments golden that unfold from heart.​

 

Mass Reactions

29 May 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Temperature is warm average mass,
That trots in herds without averting cliffs,
Mass panics and reactions drive their pulse,
While predators cull out their weakest ones,—

Only a few that are in front can see,
Rolling green sea that lies ahead of them,
Stampeding causes them to trod all down,
Trampled leaving 'neath all soft green grass shoots,

For some presumed fear or warning heeded,
Without the action of a thought's reflex,
Adrenaline flexed muscles pummel all.​

 

Patterns

29 May 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

From veins blue traversing wrists to sear's lines,
From log cabin quilts to Coco Chanel,
From coastlines low to cloud edges on high,
From beating hearts to ringing timpani,

For this and more we are such subtle beasts,
Our hearing tuned to symphonies of joy,
Our vision fine enough to see night's sky,
Our taste blends panoply of hot and cool,

United in mind's kingdom senses dwell,
Where synthesis creates a flowered realm,
Repetitions we daily find in life,
Sifted through time and mellowed by our souls,

For in the metaphors of shape and sound,
We oft create strong links that man lives by,
Magic transformations weird symbols scribe,
Leaving us with patterns for heart sublime.​

 

Pitchfork

30 May 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Upon five strings all life chromatic plays,
In seven related modalities,
So strange how music's accidents came forth,
We know that many have tried to change them,

Reordered scales into different forms,
Manipulated time and harmony,—
Yet most of us find ample tradition,
Fulfilling with a vastness of choices,

Delighting all who venture in gardens,
Melodious in colors and flavors,
Creating voicings we may hear but once,
Enchanting melodies entrance red heart.​

 

Absorption

3 June 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Transparent molecules absorbing blue,

Sometimes blue sees itself for what it is,

Water looking through itself to wide world,

Seas azure gird brown continents in swaths,

Like freckled skin surrounds two clear blue eyes,

Bright angels peering out at day's gold light,

Itself a yellow mesmerizing trance,

Surrounding blue's gazing at turquoise sky,

With wonderment that cerulean cares.​

 

Summer's a Time of Joy

25 June 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Hot season in which skin delights,
Browning with light's effusive play,
Summer sun reigns in mind's darkness,
While contrast intensifies white,

Only an Inca priest could stare,
'Til blindness drove incessantly,
Burning retinal images,
Of worlds surreal where gods do dwell,

But in hot zephyr's orchid bloom,
Soul does delight in ample joy,
While green enjoins to frolics bright,
And every insect comes alive,

¿Where else does yellow bloom happy?
Fulfilling mystic reveries,
That take us to a realm of love,
Where Eden is no mystery.​

 

This Day's Dawn

26 June 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Morn's rose reached for night's blue,
Stretched his arms towards her gray,—
Citrus tang filled their embrace,
Fleeting touch of moon and sun,—

In an everlasting dance,
That involves a pull and tug,—
Their love always contained,
In search of expression,—

Dappled with bright point stars,
Washed with songs of red joy,—
Filled with musk-heat attraction,
Painted with soul's bright delight.​

 

Thus We Did Prance in Meadows Fair

4 July 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Running down a summer glade fleet dreams play,
Teasing memories of grass smells rushing,
Crushed beneath bare feet that frolic wildly,

'Neath bright orange panoplies of sunset,
While majestic clouds converge revealing,
Full moon's rising glorious with gold hues,

Emblazoned with sun's sweet sleepy kisses,
Dewy with green sugars of summer fruit.​

 

Before the Storm

6 July 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

When hot summer, unbearable bears,
Singing and wilting all that was once green,
When white heat, upwells earth's precious moisture,
Drying and fleeing all that needs its touch,

Clouds coil and roil in royal thunder's midst,
'Til lightning out of dusty friction flares,
Sensations of goose-pimples fill our skin,
Refreshing anticipations of storm,

Release that will unbind our heart's passion,
A symphony of such intensity,—
That all red heart can do is random beat.​

 

Atlantic Gales

9 July 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

There are some questions that come with a curse,

And there are answers that come by themselves,

Just like the storms that brew in summer heat,

Will come-a-knocking-in-opportune-like,

It's just the timings of sun's flux on earth,

To which no mortal can conspire against,

But bending at the blowing gale that comes,

Survive to live another day in joy.​

 

Such a Short Shoreline

10 July 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

¿Will mortality bind us up neatly?
Packaged in finery and delivered,
¿Casket sheathed in satin for our rest place?

Yet nature's incessant energy growls,—
Splitting Gaia slowly continents rise,
Plasma drifting from molten inner core,
Streams of sunlight move vast oceans to froth,
Heaving cataclysm forth in stark storms,—

¿Why should our souls and hearts from pain inure—
When everything about restless upheaves?
Yet we sense with our deepest instinct strong,
That there are possibilities of love,
That cast a spell can constant keep red heart.​

 

Beset Upon by Storms

Santo Domingo,
18 July 2005

A howling storm came angry hurricane,
Destroying every flower in its way,
Rains emptied gray torrential despair,
With winds that tore up every hope of day,

Yet little jasmine greeted new sun´s glow,
Propeller white filled with perfumed adore,
Sheening his green heart-shaped leaves glistening,

Little this bush presuming nothing great,
Just rooted firm into red clay smooth soil,
He gentle gives each day sweet offerings.​

 

What Is Man

25 July 2005
Santo Domingo

A lust machine that knows its end will come;
How can we comprehend our endless love,
When faced with our mortality defined?

A twist and turn of fate in random ways,
With choices obvious made every day,
Determine our brief personality,

Conflicted and divided flimsily,
Perception of reality but dreams,
Eluding all our fierce attempts to see.​

 

Eden Thy Touch

22 July 2005
Santo Domingo

Wandering aimless through strange land,
Phoenix stalks in a crouch,—
If Thou gave me just Thy soft hand,
What comfort from Thy touch!

Life mysterious,—take a stand,
Constant heart never slouch,
Weaving memory´s golden strand,
Gossamers of light such,—

Crystal mountain streams straight to sand,
Laying down,—musk,—cool mulch,
Along clear water green ferns band,—
Pink flowers bouquet bunch.​

 

Prairie Blooms,—Daughters of Fire

31 July 2005
Santo Domingo

Fire rages through dense woods in fury,
Frail man with buckets fights as duty,

Though ancients periodically,
Ignited nature mystically,
Poor consolation radically,

Our peers,—cold inconsolable jury,
Merciless,—grant no reprieve, surely,

So from charred-blackened earth of charcoal,
Red heart´s hope must fashion Spring´s green goal.​

 

Errant Butterfly

27 July 2005
Santo Domingo

Monarch with a clipped wing,
Flying errant summer weaving,—
Tender fragile air foil,
Twisted willy,—whim´s accident,

Strange gyrations awkward,
Blur Thy leopard spots to orange,
Luminous brief glory,—
Eden destination wayward,

Thy life cycle ended,
On storm´s violent traipsing journey,
Flutter never pausing,—
Mexico´s mountains yet to dream.​

 

Change,—Her Lodestar

7 August 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Chrysalis cannot speak of beauty,—
She knows only of change,
A calculus surreal of movement,—
Enthralls her every day,

Unfolding her long wings through tissue,—
That seems dense spider web,
Inevitable daring struggle,—
Pulsating with new life,

So soon with iridescent foldings,—
She'll flutter through blue sky,
A joy that all can clear perceive then,—
Gold monarch butterfly.​

 

Past,—A Place to Build on

7 August 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Sometimes some little thing will set a spark,
Alighting all mind's prairie grass afire,
Consuming every thing that lives or breathes,
Incapable of running fast as wind,—

Leaving a charred and blackened flatland space,
As we despair grappling with old dark thoughts,
Though they form part of our landscape inside,
Yet with a little waiting we'll green see,—

Those seeds that cracked under hot searing fire,
That slept in unfulfilled potential,
Bloom forth in glorious golden raiments,
When Spring its showers bursts upon our lands.​

 

Hurricane Rita,—Becalmed

22 September 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Everything's shut down,—boarded up and fled,
Groceries and movie houses all closed,—
My neighbor's daughter and wife have gone too,
He's got to stay 'cause he's a fireman safe,

Next door Bill and Kelly remain as well,—
They're just too ornery to "git on up,"—
And me,—¿What's my excuse for hanging on?
Hell,—I just look at storm's predicted path,

It's headed northwards,—well away from here,
So I get my black dog and go outside,
She needs a few miles to workout as I,—
The sun is bright,—¡The day so gorgeous!

We cross park's new mown field under blue sky,
To reach gazebo's shade and look at pond,—
Blue-green iridescent dragonflies flit,—
Skimming and lingering over lilies,—

From under green willow tree young voices,
Laughing as they cast their lines to catch fish,—
Picnic tables wear age worn graffiti,
As old as that on roman monuments,—

¿What is there to predict cataclysm?
¿What if strong storm should turn and sudden come?
¿Would not our heart feel joy at having lived,—
Without unnecessary fears this day?​

 

Dragonfly Lust

26 September 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

On green lilies dragonflies are mating,—
Cerulean filled with sun's yellow orb,
Sparkles from their iridescent wingtips,

Some peacock regal in their splendid hues,
Others wear chameleon camouflage,—
Underneath tadpoles scurry in murky brown,—

Fairies wrestle and writhe like I with my doubts,
Their private dance a public ritual,—
Hard to tell female from male in their grip,

Their struggle no more real than all day dreams,—
But summer's flowing energy boundless,—
On green lilies dragonflies copulate.​