Thursday, June 20, 2013


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
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
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
You must remember
Spring day walking
along a rocky roadside,
sandy hair, gritty eyes
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
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
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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