marks and bruises
job descriptions confused,
understanding
with the commonest of senses,
no boundaries
no fences
no one in sight,
PLANES!
Fly overhead,
jet stream, feather light,
is the vapor trail visible at night?,
none can see our vessel
our oars, our trail, ... of gas on the wake forms a rainbow on the waves,
even when we are on land,
standing water to our knees, thick soft moss hides sharp rock edges
under our feet,
HEY!
we get a three day break,
no where to go,
to spend nothing,
to actually sleep,
to catch our breath,
to take another shower,
the job, has power.
work is the master,
              the *******.

who she is to me,
she is butterfly, rare and free,
landing on flowers and weaving paths,
only she can see.

what she is to me,
she is a Spanish guitar,
tuned and played perfectly.

when she is to me,
available, even for a few seconds
each day I hold them in my heart,
in my mind, looking for the soil,
and willing to toil, to let that time
grow on me.

where she is to me,
she is nearly so far away,
that even in my dreams, she is a blur.

why she is to me,
so important see, it is like this,
she is the image of poetry in
motion as she danced,
across the tips of waves on the ocean.

how she will meet me,
I don't know, it is not with regret,
but a peaceful place in my chaotic
life that I hold the thought of her,
for I have not met her yet,
but one day I will,
             if she wills it so.


©ClemC032014

Read
read,
seed your mind,
see,
see,
observe and refine,
writing
wording,
sounds and pitch,
work calls me away
the *****

mirrors,
marble floors,
windshields,
ice,
metal and painted surfaces.
                                                       ­       comments, hockey pucks, bullets
                                                         ­       and tossed horseshoes
                                                      ­          that changed direction.
                    
                                 ­                                                                 ­              need to know, blackout
                                                                ­                                censorship, who you know and what  
                                                          ­                                       you said to whom.

could be logic, could be pay,
could be power, could be it ends this way



                                                          ­            light or images
veering and twisting                                                         ­               please redact me and let me go
                                                                ­                                            for I don't want to be in the
                                                                ­                                                dark and treated like a
                                                                ­                                                      mushroom anymore.
from the gross
left with a net
and you have earned your trap.
                                                         on reflection, deflection
                                                      ­        redacting, deductions

a quiet pool of still water will give you
a clearer image and rocks won't shatter the water,
they make waves and rings and distortion but ... watch and learn and return to the truth about


you!


©ClemC012014

if ever there was a day, to ball up and throw away this is it,
   ever had one of those times, when all intentions cause a fit,
           had a choice cigar, that crumbled when I opened it,
                  a good thing I gave up smoking, yup I did quit,
                     good things happen to everyone else a bit,
                              things happy, more than me, don't fit
                                         happy go lucky me, into a widget,
                                                    got to make them job, I'd quit,
                                                          to taste the air free and clean,
                                                               taste the wine, white and lean,
                                                                        the day was rotten,
                                                                              day best forgotten,
                                                                                     best of me was
                                                                                            of course emptied
                                                                                                coarsely on to the street
                                                                                                              on the ice sheet,
                                                                                                                    the road rash will heal
                                                                                                                          road salt in a wound
                                                                                                                                 assaulted by a road.

is available,
                       to most,
which causes a host,
                               of
                           problems.

If it wasn't for
"the text"or a phone, a call
some wouldn't communicate at all,

other than selfie-
                     emulation
your life in the palm
                              of your
                              hand
taking the world out of His,

palm,
His care,
                His love,
don't worry though He isn't
           going anywhere
for He put the power in words
                          His spoken word.

So close as to hear,
           you whisper, "mercy"
for the power of words
is not in the loudness,
but in word choice,
spoken poetic voice,
in any lanuage, "Hallelujah"

    
ClemC012014