Friday, March 19, 2021

blazing ahead (in progress)

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sea sounds, dank odor of lowtide,
creeping Spring carries melt of harsher climes.
She stokes the fire to remember warmth
when the Sun was high and strong, and present.
Fire has its own secrets, its own order.
As do we all, each our own furnace,
nurturing a flame that is destiny.
So old, She has been burnt by many flames --
blistered, scarred, hardened.
She still feels every one, tastes
fiery spice, seasonings, marinades.
 
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"Was I a woman, then, upon the Earth,
feeling sweet breeze of early Spring
uplift my being when returning birds
and budlings made ready for new beginnings?"
 
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Her every motion, every smile, every word
is a prayer of grace.
Her touch, her kiss, her breath
like a desert spring, encourages life as celebration.
 
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Spring was a torrent of clarity, precious rain,
Earth coarse, ready for fecund pleasure.
Queen of night in daylight's realm
obsessed in flowering,
roses and daffodils,
valleys and nubile hills.
 
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Kind wind, scent of Spring,
travels still extending.
Tingle of choice
bound up in change.
Colours mingle, edge into
mauves and teals, wisps of shade
and Sun,
tender, poignant,
a drifting melody.
 
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Passion resurrects in Spring,
uplifted from weathered ground,
returned to sensuality.
Fire’s essentiality
well-heed, well-come, well-found.
Risen out from sacred water
into prophetic air.
Sing!  (o’brilliant fling of sparkling)
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startled Moon, Faery Queen or fabled harlot,
stirs perfumed night blooms,
expelling myths of what we cannot bear.
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Spells of renewal, of power to reflect
upon faltering, to perceive seed now grown,
re-blend still and ever. 
Invoking destiny of dissolving age,
hint of flame tinting horizon before true dawn.
Taste piquant peace in each breath,
each incarnation.
Draw strength to impeccably recharge.
 
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Anxious remnants of winters,
layered ice memories,
frozen bleak hellstorms of regret.
Unrelenting chill, sludge miserable, wet.
Yet the willing may recall,
hear adventure’s primal reverie,
surge ahead, new forays toward peace
every spring.
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Renewal
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Lavish blooming trees,
branches sway,
pick up tempo.
Jiggin’ 'n' jivin'.
Jaunty flaunt of Spring.
Look at us flounce our skirts,
roll our hips,
licking our lips
ready to rollick, unkink,
uncork pleasure’s blaze.
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Let the goodtimes roll
down fresh verdant hillside,
winter's sorrows
spilling out like seed.
Cleansed free.
Elegant foolery open to bountiful showers.
Flagrant flowers, emergent liberation.
Layered legend long ripens, tangled,
mired below in
torpid traipse through dust and gloom.
Swept into light as destiny,
revealed by labor of cultivation,
excavated, bestowed honored place
in ritual chorus.
Celebrate
‘round hallow table, exultant vibration.
Energies blend, fuse.
Recombinant winds call timeless tunes.
Rhythmic movements re- and un- engage,
ever change,
never wholly new.
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In Spring  we speak of seeds.
Bundled possibilities
foresee market days hale and fair.
Succulent fruit, trilling herbs,
vitalizing veggies
and all the spicy chatter of conviviality.
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First there was the seed
plowed under to taste Earth,
swell with water,
burst into fecund brew designing
cells of chlorophyll to catch the fire,
symbiotically breathe, exchange,
enrich atmosphere, feed broader life
when the warm kiss of Spring
touches the earth,
bringing promise of joyous rebirth.
 
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And the sky.
And the breeze
wrinkling the trees.
And the red-pink-blue of sunset, so late
these endless evenings.  Spring, they say.
Dreams of younger days.
Terrified because no safe world awaits,
gives continuity.
 
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It was a warm and windy day,
bittersweet in springtime.
The trees, newly leaved,
swayed in the warm, sweet melody.
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Healing balm of Spring,
washing winter sorrows
in hope of warm tomorrows,
the flowering they bring.
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Spring Medley
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Air clear as a free-running stream
tumbling over country rocks and minty greenery
Clear soft air of early spring
Breathing satsang, reeling eternity,
While running 'cross the straight-lined highway
-- shouting
"Hey sky, embrace me!" shouting
I embrace the air and call it Love.
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I love you, love you, love you, love you
I
Form, Words, Action
I in motion
I in tumbling, stumbling, crazy image
kaleidoscope
over 'n' over
love you, love you, love you, love you
Capture the essence for an almost noninstant
Capture the image of groping, grabbing, grasping
gazing heartfelt on release, but
love you, love you, love you, love you
insane, insatiable
cannot touch release of
love you, love you, love you, love you
Smothering in the too pure air.
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Hey, Springtime,
got some time to be wasting.
So I tracked a songbird
on a still bare treebranch,
and joined it in song.
What wonder the woods bring.
I can't contain it.
Thistle and briar weeds
cmy imagination,
grow wild and tangly
all through my mind.
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Aries
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Warrior fire ablaze.
Crackling blade upraised.
Roar of vital battle, gains,
ascends o’er night
in song and story.
Forward soar in glory.
(Look at you!
You know we do,
hypnotized awake,
'cause you so fine.)
Beam sunshine, outpace clouds.
Thrill kowtowing crowds.
Keep rambunctious sheep
transfixed with hot, arching flame.
Now bow and jaunt.  Play merry, frilly sprite.
Awed by
shot-loud presence, resonance, disdain,
fawning acolytes applaud.
Proud, sparkling,
charge fiercely into each new
dawn.
Initiate, ignite.
 
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