Enter
Dancing
That liminal
space
Between my body and
vibrant air
Creates a
dance.
There is fluid
form
There is
salvation,
Thunder from the
heavens,
Tears and
lightening,
A host, a feast, a
conflagration.
There is
laughter.
The dance takes me
up
In motherly
embrace,
Holds me
softly,
Listens
closely,
Lifts out all my
sorrow,
Lets me
fly.
Summer
Again
movin' into summer
wind into cloud
formation
drifting into deep
emotion
sun rise
blossoming into a
rhythmic peak
sending out, sending out, sending
out
energy
reflecting in summer
sky
I need to tell a tale
of fantasy and
languid
leaning into tall
grass,
fruited trees, lustrous
leaves,
brilliant sunshine
warm
soporifically
melting lilting drifts of
reverie
the tale unwinds in
brightly
colored ribbons
careens through gypsy
comedies
of sinuous, dappled
romance
bathed in silken
perfumes
sweet and scandalous
deigning to smile
happy laughter bubbles
out
bursts into raucous
music
bouncing summer eve
a’glisten in firefly
light
tell a rollicking
tale,
we demand of the
piper
we have paid all the
long
seasons of darkness
it is time to reap an early
harvest,
carousing dusk to
dawn
June 21, 2006
Joy to
the Season
The Moon is adrift in the wind
above
our sheltering craft in the
sea
and all the world of Summer is
ours
to ride the fire, toast to the
stars
sway with warm desire, open our
hearts
create a Summer of
Love
Celebration waves the streets,
with drums,
lucid bells, a call to
play
Carnival cheer brings heat to
flame
Chants blend to sing with drinks
and games
Grand gestures expand, to applaud
such a day
fueled by smiling
Sun
June 2011
Welcome to
Summer
Dream-laced lunar light
Infuse our summer days
With magic and romance
A’glee in joyous play
Enraptured in the dance
Where fantasy takes flight
Above the rule-bound maze
To wild impassioned life
Wild and windblown flowers
blooming
Scent enlivens sense to
peak
Warm, warm breeze and rivers
flowing
Endless days of running
free
Let summer magick build and
steam,
simmer into thrills
supreme
A season of playful reformation
So play on ...
Of course you come to
listen.
My tales tell your
secrets,
scryed from vivid ancient
crystal
missives.
You must remember
Spring day walking
along a rocky
roadside,
sandy hair, gritty
eyes
awash
in silent reverie.
Song singing
hallelujahs,
brilliant paranoias.
Sprinting across,
small images.
Listless children
wonder:
"Why does no one let us
play?"
A world of sullen
children
overdue for naps and
coddling.
It can't be a secret
if nobody's
listening.
Blueberry jam at
teatime.
Places in your mind
will answer.
Midsummer Evening
Float of cool jazz
Pop of sparkling wine
My own little garden party
'midst the blossoms of my mind.
Back from the rabbit hole.
Back from New York City,
Boston,
Detroit, LA ...
from every day uploading
another
grind.
Finding time to play, haunted
by lazy memories
exhorting starlight.
Midsummer twilight,
fairytales brought back from
sleep.
No longer keeper of my brethren's
terrors,
I don mischievous costume,
step out as power, glory,
love gently, like a summer evening's
rain
lays boon to countryside,
dandelions and clover.
Generous prophets whisper
bounty of cyclical stories,
delectable, potent, wise
in the ways of demons,
oracles, gypsy Queens.
Escape, they say, into sacred
muse-ways.
Every day a new day
stands ground against a grind
ever more distant.
Inciting sound, opening vistas
vastly
flowering.
City
Summer
Let the games begin.
Let the long luxurious summer days
begin.
Let us harken back to when
Our schooldays' end
Would send our thoughts adrift through
dazzling fields
of daisies and daffodils;
sandlot games & swimming holes
and
endless flights for fantasy's
fulfillment.
And let us not forget the
nights,
The hot & sticky summer city
nights
That send us to the streets in colorful
array
like firefly lights
Joking & drinking and starting sudden
fights
'Til the thunder rumbles through and
blessed
cooling rain relieves hot-headed
strife.
As the heat-soaked summer skies once more
descend,
Let us drift down sleepy sun-drenched
streams
till summer ends . . . .
The Longest
Day
Earth of sea and land and air
Lit into opportunistic life
by her mother star
Energy for you and me to
burst into bloom
flit fly in
busy devious thievery
cacophonous ramble.
Surging through veils,
storms breathe ice, sand,
the fire of prophecy,
the flood of melting.
Glacial migration
bequeaths rage, rampage,
rapacious gratuities
boiling beneath.
It's not winter here, nuclear
quiet,
all's right for the longest of
nights.
Not yet.
The eternal balance:
rocks, stars, dark
inconsistencies with
metaphors of the righteous,
long ceased bowing to scriptures.
Tomorrow, the Sun will rise.
The Earth will revolve.
Life will adjust, compromise.
After the workday, we celebrate
potent evening light.
You can have your equinoxes,
or cross-quarters’ fetes.
Lead me with Solsti, delineation of
extremes.
Sun to Earth,
charged Cardinal points, sturdy in
stubborn worth.
Symbolic enchaining
rock to sea.
Kinetic energy
defining space in relation to
time.
Ecstatic Saturn
and brother Moon, sublime,
secreted in esoteric lore,
heroic stories,
everyday glories,
exotic songs
evoking prescient memories.
I dream a shining fountain of
fame
upon a sparkling hill.
If wisdom can save us from
the illness of slavedom,
so bend the common will.
Winter Solstice
The darkness descends.
As we cry out for warmth and
light
Our voices turn to spirit-imbued
song
Our frantic movements against the
cold
turn to ecstatic dancing.
We take comfort from each other's
warmth
and celebrate the life within
struggling to survive.
'Tis the season to relearn the
magic
As we share our heavy burdens
of fear and despair.
Joining hands, dancing 'round the
fire,
we raise our sight to the sky
and each day,
the days get lighter.
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