"picnicked" poems
I remember that day on Mount Tamalpais.
We picnicked under the loving sky
On Bolinas ridge, atop Wicklow hill,
The maiden’s breast. We found those apple trees,
Who’d gone wild and fell into their world.
A blossom on the way.
I took your picture and you developed into
A sea-horse, or was it a mermaid? The ridge
Was foaming about you and birds were swimming
Like fish underneath. We found a tree, an umbrella
Left at the beach. The coral-grass became our bed
And wine turned into water.
A spiral dance in arms of anemone, it was
All embrace! That reef was spawning heaven.
At the treasure chest under the sea maiden,
Like children on highland pap, we played
At the beach that day in a castle above the clouds,
Beneath the wave.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 1:42 PM UTC
I remember that day on Mount Tamalpais.
We picnicked under the loving sky
On Bolinas ridge, atop Wicklow hill,
The maiden’s breast. We found those apple trees,
Who’d gone wild and fell into their world.
A blossom on the way.
I took your picture and you developed into
A sea-horse, or was it a mermaid? The ridge
Was foaming about you and birds were swimming
Like fish underneath. We found a tree, an umbrella
Left at the beach. The coral-grass became our bed
And wine turned into water.
A spiral dance in arms of anemone, it was
All embrace! That reef was spawning heaven.
At the treasure chest under the sea maiden,
Like children on highland pap, we played
At the beach that day in a castle above the clouds,
Beneath the wave.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 5:48 PM UTC
I remember that day on Mount Tamalpais.
We picnicked under the loving sky
On Bolinas ridge, atop Wicklow hill,
The maiden’s breast. We found those apple trees,
Who’d gone wild and fell into their world.
A blossom on the way.
I took your picture and you developed into
A sea-horse, or was it a mermaid? The ridge
Was foaming about you and birds were swimming
Like fish underneath. We found a tree, an umbrella
Left at the beach. The coral-grass became our bed
And wine turned into water.
A spiral dance in arms of anemone, it was
All embrace! That reef was spawning heaven.
At the treasure chest under the sea maiden,
Like children on highland pap, we played
At the beach that day in a castle above the clouds,
Beneath the wave.
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
I remember that day on Mount Tamalpais.
We picnicked under the loving sky
On Bolinas ridge, atop Wicklow hill,
The maiden’s breast. We found those apple trees,
Who’d gone wild and fell into their world.
A blossom on the way.
I took your picture and you developed into
A sea-horse, or was it a mermaid? The ridge
Was foaming about you and birds were swimming
Like fish underneath. We found a tree, an umbrella
Left at the beach. The coral-grass became our bed
And wine turned into water.
A spiral dance in arms of anemone, it was
All embrace! That reef was spawning heaven.
At the treasure chest under the sea maiden,
Like children on highland pap, we played
At the beach that day in a castle above the clouds,
Beneath the wave.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 5:00 PM UTC
I remember that day on Mount Tamalpais.
We picnicked under the loving sky
On Bolinas ridge, atop Wicklow hill,
The maiden’s breast. We found those apple trees,
Who’d gone wild and fell into their world.
A blossom on the way.
I took your picture and you developed into
A sea-horse, or was it a mermaid? The ridge
Was foaming about you and birds were swimming
Like fish underneath. We found a tree, an umbrella
Left at the beach. The coral-grass became our bed
And wine turned into water.
A spiral dance in arms of anemone, it was
All embrace! That reef was spawning heaven.
At the treasure chest under the sea maiden,
Like children on highland pap, we played
At the beach that day in a castle above the clouds,
Beneath the wave.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
I remember that day on Mount Tamalpais.
We picnicked under the loving sky
On Bolinas ridge, atop Wicklow hill,
The maiden’s breast. We found those apple trees,
Who’d gone wild and fell into their world.
A blossom on the way.
I took your picture and you developed into
A sea-horse, or was it a mermaid? The ridge
Was foaming about you and birds were swimming
Like fish underneath. We found a tree, an umbrella
Left at the beach. The coral-grass became our bed
And wine turned into water.
A spiral dance in arms of anemone, it was
All embrace! That reef was spawning heaven.
At the treasure chest under the sea maiden,
Like children on highland pap, we played
At the beach that day in a castle above the clouds,
Beneath the wave.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
I dreamt last night we picnicked again,
in the cemetery under the stars,
and among the soldiers, saints, and sinners.
An we feasted upon our love and supper,
the Apple, it was so sweet,
with no serpent tempter, but our own curiosity.
This time you revealed to me your secret, the Secret,
That love is the creative power in the universe,
and hate, its antithesis, the opposite.
And you told me to forgive him,
Because I would keep myself in chains until I did,
But how? He took from me my purpose, my life.
Half of me lies in the ground with you.
And we fell asleep under that clear autumn sky
In each others’ arms for the last time,
Then I woke alone face down on your grave.
Jun 5, 2011
Jun 5, 2011 at 6:32 PM UTC
I can recall her I first loved when we were in our teens.
We planned to marry way too young; such was our childish dream.
In truth she was too beautiful for one of common clay
With a body like a Goddess, but I fumbled it away.
I recall another summer’s Love, so different in her way.
She was an intellectual who also loved to play.
We picnicked out at planting fields, I still recall our time
I still remember thinking she’s the best I’d ever find.
A dark eyed beauty first I loved, then a strawberry red.
I remember feeling awestruck when she came with me to bed.
Yes, she had another love and kept me on a sting.
Perhaps I tarried there too long but I don’t regret a thing.
Winter melted into spring and brought my next romance;
a lovely little brunette ; you taught me how to dance.
We shared drinks before the fire in a snug little pub I knew.
I’ll admit it wasn’t difficult to fall in love with you
Our relationship was, tempestuous. Perhaps that’s being kind.
Yet, whenever I think of you, I find some cause to smile.
You were different from the others, all the others I have known.
I remember how we treasured stolen moments spent alone
I choose not to apologize for leaving you so sad.
I regret I never said that you’re the best I ever had.
I was surely no Lothario; I was decent in the main.
I remember all who loved me and we did not love in vain.
I recall each name and face and the memories make me glad
But my wife and mother of my child is the best I’ve ever had.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
We kissed,
Eyes closed, latticed arms’ unfurl,
Approaching was our bus.
Boarded, we three now parted,
Me with her,
She without the two of us.
Separated never astray,
Love’s pull,
Fills the silence when she’s away.
Strong our woven lace.
Shadows cast from above pass along the avenue in our wake,
Reminiscing the memories previously endured
When we three picnicked under the allure
Of ancient lovers’ shaded embrace.
In a garden encased
By braided weeping ficuses
When raindrops fell, not all could we forsake.
Dew searching to quench dryness
Single drops escaped the umbrellaing trees’ clutch.
Our shared meals together,
Seasoned by myths and tears from laughter
Nice to be under the influence of another who too, expresses such,
Impromptu panini, zagara scented beer, people watching, colored by wondrous smells
Palermitano street food; a one of kind cultural meld..
Buon pranzo to all, may yours be the same,
Each day a new life experience to share and claim.
PFL
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
when the horse when down, when you read glyn hughes?
the field is flowers now, grasses,one patch
of purple thistles
it is said most things have feelings, so
we walk the lane, wild now, watched the
water beetles, swallows dip.
memories crowding in, i talked too much.
there were several visitors, some picnicked
by my gate.
then, the kettle broke.
i will remember you.
sbm.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
I had a date! (not a great date but a date.) Could our covid nightmare be ending?
An actual one-on-one date - can you imagine? It was with Noud, a university student (from Holland) I met a couple of weeks ago.
Noud, to be accurate, is a man. He’s 22 and I’m 17 (18 in 3 months). My mom was skeptical but we’ve been around Noud and he seemed pretty nice. It wasn’t like I was infatuated with him, this was a practice date.
I hadn’t been on many one-on-one dates before this (5). I was thinking my 17th year was gonna be a breakout year for dating - but NOT. The over-a-year pandemic lock-down put an end to that.
Anyway, here’s a date tip for older guys: if you’re sincere about something - say “sustainability” - don’t talk about it at dinner - all dinner. In fact, if you’re an intense, serious person - on any subject - take that secret to your grave.
We had dinner - that we picked up and picnicked with. After dinner, things went all WWE. Once we were back in his car, it was as if I became a birthday present he’d been waiting months to open. He pressed in like that was an established, almost impersonal fact.
For someone claiming to be interested in “sustainability”, he moved to the chest massage - skirt-search portion of the festivities pretty quickly - and that didn’t really work for me.
At one point, wrestling in his tiny electric car - which pitched like a rowboat in an angry sea - I felt his tongue in my eyebrows… yeah, my eyebrows.
“What are you DOING?”, I asked, digging my heals into the floorboard to gain enough leverage to push him away and wiping my face with my sleeve.
“You taste good,” he said (hear it with a slight Arnold Schwarzenegger accent).
“I’m NOT a gelato,” I complained, while maintaining a stiff-arm.
Hey, it was a long lock-down year - we’ve all missed dating, we’re all out of practice and maybe some are trying too hard - I get that.
This isn’t a “metoo” story - Noud took “no” for “NO” once I went to my big, “dog command voice,” but sigh Noud will NOT be getting a rematch.
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 9:44 PM UTC