Seattle's 'Ballywood'    1901 -   
Hazard but mostly harmless ...
Hazard but mostly harmless ...
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Stars ripple their reflection
on this evening's mirrored stream

Birthed above ravine's estate
traveled light years' frozen pace

Comet born or trickled speck
oceans your arrival wait

Wet, as above so below
claims and seeks its level flow

-cec

It was an effusion of color
orange, reds, electric blues, yellow
much as a child's fifth birthday
ribbons in mid-air flight born
above our teaming ocean smiles
and ocher constellation wishes

It was there eyes saw it once
that seemed near, high sail of joy
yet riding far horizons of expectation
goose bumping each celestial inch of sentiment
bringing home delight and pleasure past
now present, as I saw it twice again

-cec

This poem contemplates a print by an artist, Norma Jean DeVico, with the same title. Norma Jean lives in New Jersey and has fought with leukemia for many years but maintains a high spirit and enthusiasm for life in all that she does. I hope that it brings some justice to her print and life.  July 2015

Love is a narcotic flowing in our veins
so that we can close our trusting eyes shut
and sleep, dreaming, of soft lips swaying hips
we dance close to ambient chords softly dying

-cec

Did not hear roaring engines
as they screamed their trails
in summer's not quite night-sky
F-sixteening fat moths
flapping black rubbery wings
feeding a frenzy deep within
a Halloween candy rush spree
gulping air, wing-dust chasers
until empty bellies' siren subside
desire, beckon home and hanger

-cec

A heart frame around your aging photo says it all.

-cec

We die before you-
each day in dust's furrow
each hour topsy turned
to earth and emperor worm
feeling itchy melting skin
just as Salvidor nailed up a sin
ghosts now ready for cement
burn an ear with each lament
a crow bows low near ancient ground
honoring black feathered thoughts confound
departing but not forgotten sounds
no need or want for a burial mound
soon cold rains wash anew this turf
where fresh cut flowers lay down this serf

-cec

Apologies; none for the feelings that I stir
I dona mean to make you turn
twist in yonder tending winds
but I do profess that I do write
from heart felt feelings justly right
You must allay your jumping plight
at every word of weight and want
as I have found my lodestone
and do not aim to miss my day
These loving feelings on their leave
as wishes share what I do seize
to be a goal for each of us
and lead in ways of hope and trust
still, dormant in my waiting ways
I do profess, I do know love today

-cec

 
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