Focused my concentration on a barred window
hoping it would move , thought too hard about
my family hoping they might be moved
Borrowed a dictionary to pass the time
So sad that my thoughts didn't seem to rhyme
On my way to intensive care with Atlanta
in the window , incessantly medicated the
entire month of June , cuffed to a stretch with
no poem in my head , left for dead by the head
of the anguish for which I bled
My home , now a plexiglass window , condensation free
without pen or pencil , no finger can write prose
to calm my days , opting for a bathroom mirror to
explain myself away

The Sunday paper comes twirling out of a passenger window
Stealthy Deer are watching my Snow Peas with binoculars from a distant terrace
New Hampshire hens announce their morning eggs , Yorkshire piglets attempt to awaken , roll over instead
The Christians are off to early service , the agnostics are
working on their lawn tractors , the atheist are glued to
Good Morning America and the farmers and I have already been
up four hours

Night of the kettle drum roll
Of black shrouds enflamed with
jagged prosecution
Of the gray coyote disoriented with invisible
confusion
Twilight of the elements hurtling a thousand miles an
hour
Night of the ever constant fight for power

Afternoon walks around this calm body of water are as precious and innocent as a toddlers first steps , orange sunshine reflecting across her mirrored surface , Canadian goslings proudly trail their mother , Great Blue Herons stand guard at the treetops as young couples laugh and share their joy for one another
Pekin Ducks feast along along the manicured shores , Bullfrogs signal the hour of Dusk as the Piedmont Corn Moon heads for home
Shadow lovers commit bucolic images to lifetime memory beneath the periwinkle twilight blush
Astral plats of silver and gold , the distant cry of Turtle
Doves

Say a prayer for happiness each night by the light of the Maytime Moon and Mother Nature will answer you with the fireflies of June*...

A stunning blue illusion with India yellow , crescent Moon , most assuredly the view from the Pyrenees in Spain , or possibly the beaches of Cancun  
The 'Evening star' reflects her glory from snow covered Alps back
to enchanted celestial friends , but tonight it's back to factory boots , safety glasses and ear plugs , eyeing the clock for fifteen minute breaks , moving plate
steel down the line on concrete 'killing floors' for that Friday paycheck

Big Delta airliner racing overhead , I pray all her
occupants have safe travel this gorgeous Spring day
A passenger from Atlanta scoring a big business deal ,
an elder , excited Grandma on the way to see kids in
Bakersfield
Young soldiers headed home for much needed leave ,
a blues picker leaving Nashville bound for New Orleans
Students headed back to Texas Tech , Notre Dame and
Villanova
Newlyweds on their honeymoon to San Diego , an Engineer with a meeting in Guadalajara , a family reunion in Texarkana* ...

I've been known to comb through the
night hoping for Dawn to quickly arrive ,
falling asleep with the first rays of light
Waking up at Noon to adjust blinds ,
securing the house , staring down the
answering machine , afraid to return calls
Lighting one cigarette with another till I
dozed back off , drinking Pepsi and dining on
M&M;'s in the dark , watching 50's sitcoms
and getting nothing done
Taking pills for depression with red wine ,
hoping I might die
Writing sad songs with an only friend , something
in tune with your mood that would never think of
leaving you high and dry
Laying in filth till rescued somehow , starting different pills
with a new job , a new month , a new time for alienating
new friends and burning bridges to the ground

Vermin filled street lamps , gust borne shadows flicker in the artificial yellow night , a conflagration emerges over western skies
Evening hounds cower and lie mute , wind chimes trickle
to the steady clap of tin roofing
The lightning strikes to the clamor of the cooling earth ,
avenues grow reflective , ancient trees at the whim of
Spring eve ferocity
Boulevards turn to streams , the cloudburst wains , steam
rolls the south side circuitry in search of the fearful , hidden Moon

Hurried with the passing day in shelters made of white clay
Resting 'neath the river boulders , riding cool water current
Dining in the shadows of Dusk
My childhood afternoon quarry , teeming throughout
the diamond laced brook , beneath the Sycamore bough ,
laden in Spring leaf miracles* ...

Mercurial , lonely Sandpiper , combing the watery shores
Invested in the day , without regard to a stormy afternoon , strolling the sandy , familiar edge foraged by her ancestors with diligent , quiet reserve , a living lesson to be learned* ...

Why did I cull corn just like all the
other chickens
At what point did I betray musical talent
for endless , repetitive nowhere living
To be eighteen again , 'tis a popular tune
sung by many
What caused me to write poetry for the first time
seven months ago , which fork in the avenue carried
me to everlasting love , why do I find great solace in being
alone
What force drives me to trouble my fellow writers
at this late hour with the roads I've chosen

Rejoice upon the subtle murmurations -
of angelic voices , gaggles of blackbirds performing
within naked hardwoods , Whitetail companions
dwell o'er living , wetted pasture , wintered neighborhoods
Novembers invisible strength racking evergreens ,
cold cover mingles with tall Pine canopies  
Fall turned , brown sugar fields with calling Herefords ,
bound for eventide shelters* ....

The pyromaniac and the politically disenchanted will ne'er find relief until all has turned to ash

Insect soloist of enormous color brushstroke
the given day
Cobalt- silver windows laced with
mountains of billowing steam , coveys
of timid Quail spark an afternoon of vivid dreams
A whisper of hope to awaiting ear , the
saccharin flavor of love filling warm air
The living day of Wren , Sparrow and Chickadee
The very hour of Live Oak , Sugar Pine and Mulberry
Fertile , vivacious stream beds on course for Gulf waters
Rainbow infused land of Cherokee Fathers* ...

Atlanta has about as much business being in the State of Georgia than a RC Cola and a pecan log do on the streets of Morocco*....

Cool April night deception
Rickety , southern hamlets become -
moonlit Chamber of Commerce photos ,
cornfields turn into backdrops for -
science fiction TV shows
Townsfolk walking to their mailboxes -
become rumors of mystery and intrigue
Old Bloodhound porch dogs are as sleepy as ever
Shooting stars zoom overhead , the last train of the
evening flies by , the whippoorwills lullaby
All is quite normal , and well tonight ...

My thanks to the store clerk working the midnight shift
God bless the dishwashers at local restaurants laboring for minuscule pay
To the forklift operators moving freight for hours on end ,
to cleaning crews preparing offices for another day
For the plumber protecting health in the wee hours of
the morn
For sanitation workers hard at work well before dawn

Shucking ten bushels of corn would've given Socrates philosophic insights far beyond what we currently have record of* ...

Pay homage to this living creature of Earth , invested in fluid color and wonderment , not with controlling name but with delight for natural miracles , translucent afternoons at every turn , original music wrote on kaleidoscopic springtide banter from ones heart , whimsically highlighted with Tangerine treetops , subtle thoughts of an eager , ever learning child , hillside liquid sunshine bringing tall grass to it's crimson conclusion  ,  For these I would wholeheartedly take notice , 'Tis Sylvan artistry and song that forever beg my quickened approach

Cuckoo bees and sprite Phoebes dance
the reflective rain pool surface
Dragonflies gander with glee , Bluejays
tilt their heads in question , fastidious Cardinals
wait their turn , harper Mockingbirds dry wet feathers in the nearing , overjoyed Sun , diligently painting Natures palate in every picturesque direction

Recall the training days of April with
juvenile curiosity , myriad painted butterflies
sailing golden-green opportunity
Wisteria , honeysuckle fencerow borders ,
Young Cottontails darting to an fro over
flowered , broom sage cover
Honey and nectar filled the air , Quarter
Horses worked the stair step valleys on
dew covered morns , Longhorn cattle
called home by the tolling farm bell ,
Rhode Island Reds foraged the fresh turned
farrows , sunbeams emblazoned woodland narrows

The java grows cold , a pollen
migraine starts to disappear ,
ceiling fans thankfully churn night
cooled air , tunnel vision day review
misery turns to thoughts of poetry and peace
Evening songsters agree on one melodic
beat , a Barn owl assures me of safe surroundings ,
Cicadas stroke both temples , cool porch tile
nurses weathered , calloused bare feet
Visions of clean sheets , a half chapter of Whitman ,
beneficial sleep and good dreams ...

Raphael held my hand as I stood
at the shore
All manner of life carried the news
of the good Earth , felled to one knee ,
spellbound before living waters
The cascading word of God ,
showered before me ...

My pen has never moved faster
than when guided by love ....

Quell nighttimes candle with a pewter snuffer
Snuggle 'neath the darkened , blue quilt of the coming Dusk
For Dreams fall like snowflakes , Sleep , a beautiful landscape , Wishes are white stars that flower our horizon , Love , a cranberry -blue twilight sailing the galaxy , Tomorrow , morning Sun in the blink of an eye , Today is the wind that flurries the dandelions* ...

Velveteen butterflies sail into strawberry way , strike a pose against the meditative , sunny disposition of the coming May
Harlequin horseflies and Bumblebee jesters
Pear bloom ballet , Mayfly soloist , interpretive Ferns are quite dashing in the Alabama breeze , Wood Thrush dancers and Mourning Dove romantics cooing in the Honey Locust trees
Madame April's storybook of Springtide scenes
and fairytale dreams ...

Static jade , silver portals masking sinuous , tarry leviathans
The wealth of Heaven released o'er twinkling avenues , the audacity of crows that gather in Spring rain
A lonely , bold Iris , the smatter of color along the edgewood , chatter of grounded Bluebirds , crescendo of April cloudburst ,
assurance of evening rainbows at the 'Lamp of God's veritable direction

The patter of rain
Scrubbing storm drains , exposing
pain , creating explanations for -
insanity , revealing dark vanity
Droplets to the beat of any love song -
on the mind , streaming characters -
from another time , perusing empty -
houses , walking parks at twilight ,
looking down before streetlights
Just water .. A shower unlike any other ,
an example before young lovers , tokens of -
forever are a cover , candles o'er the lakes -
capsize then die , the widow is inconsolable -
for a short while with the continual tap-tapping of rain -
tonight

Dear salient Moon , how was twilight over Asia
Across the bazaars of Istanbul , the mountains -
of Pakistan , the midnight Sahara , the fishing -
villages of Portugal
Speak of the mighty Atlantic with crashing -
waves , the Isle of Bermuda , the tranquil -
Bahamas , the shores of Newfoundland , the hills
of Scotland
Sir Luna must be quite bored with Hill Country , I would surmise ,
after all he has witnessed on the good Earth tonight

Solitary puppeteers working
their angles , scripting heartfelt
psalms , revealing their dark past
with chilling vocals , accompanied
by simple , twangy , acoustic guitars
Touching the lives of ordinary -
folks struggling to get by
Riding into town with the morning Sun
Moving on by the light of the Moon
An open , honest , country balladeer
The 'Working Mans icon ' called home
on a plain old day in April ..

Fresh cut grass and nesting Brown thrashers , coffee brings fuming passion mixed with a smile , a needed level of quiet reflection
Ceiling fans stir the tempered night air , eight -
o'clock on the tiles with eventide fragrant wealth
and good company ...

Admiring the monuments of May
The dance of hummingbirds on a -
most capital day
Her distant ,varying shades of green along  -
forest beltways
The sudden cry of sunshine from late -
afternoon cloud banks
North winds telling tales of stormy morrow
My scarlet , clover lover whispers sweet temptation ,
sorrow for yesterdays spice , hunger for the songs
of life , admiration at the shelf of Dawn , supplication -
to the Heavens above ..

Shining vistas quelled by encroaching -
onyx pall
Rain filled mementos of a confused May
Sky blue wild flowers decorating red loam -
banks , a lonely Heron stands watch o'er -
storm filled , uncertain dominion ranks
Brown leaves become sailboats on laden creeks
Matted pastures , thunders raucous laughter
Rainy songs 'neath umbrella hardwood trees ,
mud puddle looking glass , Box turtle paradise
Twinkling brush , continuous wildlife theater in kudzu terrariums Salamanders , snails and musical tree frogs preside over the misty afternoon stage

Shredded cheddar cheese and a few jalapeños
on my hash brown potatoes
A generous dollop of ketchup with an iced tea chaser !
Live on the edge poet and poetess !

Atomic blue anesthesia ,
microscopic spheres gravitate
to Earth , only to flatten and
weaken
Sidewalks lead the forgotten
elderly home
Chocolate rivers swell in August
swelter , steam collects on lettered
city windows , screaming trains
draw blackbirds skyward into sullen
iron , brick boneyards
Buses track wet asphalt , state flags
hang dead , killing diesel fog
Cars continually trouble a dead dog
Mean people vie for brick homes
Second class citizens pay for poison -
at McDonalds , BC powders at Family Dollar
Purchasing money orders for the machine
Dying a little more each day

Morning nightshades , beckon the -
nourishment of kindred sunshine
Harbor the earthen dew of first light , reach -
for the Heavens on rain cooled nights
Emblazon tired eyes with the mastery -
of innumerable color , announce thy presence
with the very essence of Summer
Crimson symphonies , songbird curiosity in ardent performance of July's fertile theater
Filling Wood strip baskets 'neath sapphire Georgia blankets , mid-afternoon youth treasure surrounded by honeysuckle pleasure
**** tomato sandwich , late night delights ...

I will apply your benevolent nature to my own grandchildren the remainder of my days
Instill your wonderful insight on Early Girl tomatoes ,
Sassafras Sun tea , love of family , Fig and Apple
trees
How a smile can say so much , a perfect word with -
a timely , gentle touch
The first week of July in the Blackberry thickets ,
bumper crops of sweet Georgia peaches , homemade -
ice cream and Watermelon evenings
Weekends filled with wonder and love of the natural world
Homemade kites , fried Sweet potato pies , picnic lunches
at Jackson Lake
For country music Saturdays , 'Tall Tales' , hometown Honey and Cathead biscuits

Oconee's throwing reflections at Dusk
Heavenly Monarch orange fields with -
Dove and Wood Duck silhouettes
Autumn , cool dreamscapes christened by -
the Evening Star , shadow boat anglers and -
lamp lit docks
The smoky breath of lakeside cabins
Intrinsic , moonlight interpretations -
over the piedmont treetops
The clap of olive turbid water against her granite -
embankments , voices echo over watery nighttime
level , schools of shad decorate and skim the surface
Carolina blue bows to ebony star filled October night
Dark plains teeming with starlight imagination

A boastful man in constant search of his own reflection will find relief by the riverbank .. Till the very moment he's dragged to his death by a hungry alligator ...

The enraptured nape of sienna grassland
in contrast with the edge of burgundy , blanket
hinterlands
The rebirth of Summer saturation , sunlight
electricity o'er the conductive Earth
Bellicose magpies , heated Jays
Wary Does , taciturn Wrens and sitting Hens
Mother Bluebird sails the open field ,
yearning the increase of the Spring day yield
Morning Robin chortle to the first sunbeam
Woodpecker laughter by the clear , casual stream

The ice cold chocolate milkshake and the longstanding dichotomy of poet philosopher , musician and painter
Socrates would make a point as to it's rightful owner , questioning whether or not it was even a cold , sweet drink
Dylan would make it the focal point of a tune about a small town eatery
Picasso would paint a story of deliciousness mired in loneliness
Randolph would pick it up with both hands and gulp it down

Their gathering tiny shells , laughing , chasing Sand *****
Searching for Blue's by flashlight , ankle deep -
foaming Gulf acidity , warm zephyrs caressing waterside  
Red stars dragnet the tail of the Milky Way , merchant ships -
dot the ever-changing horizon , luminous piers -
in either direction , nighttime romantics holding hands to -
the music of the nocturnal sea , the pull of each descent -
The promise of each crashing wave , unfulfilled
Aromatic , salt water land confluence
Lightning with his attraction , the Butterscotch Moon , waning at the edge of the earth
Children , unfamiliar with loves pain , frolic in the distance

My red and rolling eighteen horsepower
think tank has been the catalyst to many a
welcome thought , spurring many a good
decision
A much needed , twice a week , two hour
break from the scatter- brained everyday
illogical world ...

Brown Warblers chant , prominent Black Swans glide the surface
You bring the consolation I've sought with morning audible ,
invisible force , perpetuating my contingency of free spirit thought
Over aromatic , multiple flowered banks of consolation , disabling
physical constraint , where jasmine fields  -
and morning Metta solve life's sought after equation
As simple as the passing day , as honest as the beauty filling -
my grateful eyes , more centered than the mightiest Oak , curious
as the Summer breeze proclaims the coming storm
Lake of morning smoke , of afternoon reflection and twilight
golden songs

Apple Brandy warmth over my face
The telltale expression of love , kithless -
murmurations of a lonely dove
Lunar lamplight reflections tour -
the Heavens on this night from an Allatoona cove ..

A sooth sayer will read tea leaves -
in a bid to portend the future
I would steep mine in hot water ,
served with a ginger snap cookie ,
thereby 'making' my immediate future happy ..

Love first appears as you
window shop the quiet streets of
Hogansville , Georgia with a friend , quite
convinced your on the Avenue Montaigne in Paris , France ...

Shake the globe of awe inspiring Spring
You'll find me beside the Apple orchards ,
feeding the Wrens , welcoming every young
seedling , walking the morning rails , tolling
the bluebell valley floor with bare feet , offering
courtesy and a smile to all I meet ..

Cicadas pizzicato their magical violins
in sweet , whirling summer serenade
Field Crickets staccato their beautiful cellos
from the pink Dogwood Trees , Killdeer
swoon to the music of June , Mayflies tango
by the light of the Moon