ever deeper as each day
your bones and flesh again rise

into a new dawn
old as the Sun
-new as new born.

being found out
love ever searching

in the garden
voices

awakened nakedness
first disobedience

innocence robbed
by a tempting serpent

"BE DE HOKEY!"

uncle taps me
on the head
"How are you in there?"

the only one who
could walk into my mind
to see how I was

he'd take my grief
tear it into pieces
scatter it to the wind

then he'd take me
by my hand
"Let's see where the happiness is!"

and always he'd find
where the happiness
was hiding

whether it be
in a wildflower
or a nest of blue eggs

or how he
showed me how
to see the world in words

and wonder always
flew to him
perched upon his shoulder

and oh his lovely laughter
and his catch phrase
"Be the hokey!

*

This was the man who kept me alive when my sister died....he reached inside me and filled me with his wonder of words and his love of the world. Always the same old question: "How are you in there?"  He is the reason that I try to put the world in words. I owe him everything. And so it was wonderful to bring him and his words to the Shakespeare Institute in Stratford and say "See what ya made me?"

And of course he said as he always said or still says in my mind. . ."BE DE HOKEY!"

rage at those who make costly tongue twisted claims of influence
on a world stage where the actors 'of a feather flock together'
preening each others fragile ego's on the brink of popping at the slightest ***** or jest aimed at their 'out on show for all to see' dumb actors unemployable stupidity.

The sun may not rise,
The stars may forget to twinkle,
Tides may ebb,
But my love for you will never diminish,
Remain like the ocean depth.
Someday when the pages of my life end,
You will be the most beautiful and memorable chapters.
Never forget me,
Let me reside in the temple of your heart
For you are always in mine,
Seasons may change,
Days may change into nights,
But nothing or nobody will change my love for you.
27/9/2024

A WOMAN IS CRYING

in the next room
a woman
is crying

a moon
perches upon an hotel sign
unmoved

as a new millennium
dawns
as bright as neon

the woman
still crying
her unknown

despair
shifting silently
from one century to another

human grief
unchanged
from age

to age
a woman is
crying


*


An hotel in the Big Apple as the town blinked blue and painted itself red before mellowing into yellow and began the whole sequence again and again. The woman next door was sobbing her heart out for hours and did not cease when the 20th became the 21st century. She seemed to be crying for the whole world...what had gone before...what was to come. Grief and sadness one of the things that makes us human.

My
     Grandson
                    Moved
                                 To
                                   Another
                                         State
                                             Caught
                                                         H­is  
                                                             First
                                                                 Fish
                                                           He
                                               Marveled
                                                 At
                                        It’s
                        Magnificent
                   Size
            Though
        The
          Lucid
                   Water
                        While
                           Reeling
                                   It
                                       In
                                           An
                                          Alligator  
                                        Ate
                                  IT
                          H­ook
                     Line
               And
        Sinker
                Welcome
                      ­   to
                          Florida


Inspired song
More Time Fishin’
Bye Thomas Rhett