a love poem

Watching waves

cross the face of the sea

rhythmic rise and fall,

as beneath an airy canopy , water
caresses land.

Of all the thoughts it gently brings

none so pleasing as the way to say 

your name: rising and falling across my lips;

like the power of tides to stir deep waters.

Yet, the greatest of these

are in infant scale to the tiniest part

of vast seas of time; and yes, like  tides  

waves of vagrant and purposeless light,

traveled on-and-on.

They cross the wandered path

of this momentary existence,

transformed by you...

into a place

of boundless love

wisp of dust

in the voice of a summer rain
sweet refrains and lotus scent
as winds rise to introduce
the summer storm of evening
bright planets gleam as stars emerge
in the interplay of night sky and cloud

and wonder of the fates my eyes entail
to see a cloud formed yesterday
or star shine that has traveled
from before the world was a world, when
it was just a wisp of dust
around a bright white star

hokku #4

on Easter morning ...
in the apse--risen smoke
and guilt-free synapse

hokku #3

today
in the voice of summer rain
a song without end...begins

hokku

at dusk
watching three planets
I will never see

jupiter, Mercury, and venus
PhotoCredit:  Dan Gauss, Earthsky
http://earthsky.org/tonight/planetary-trio-mercury-venus-jupiter-at-dusk-may-27

Rose of Saturn

I do not love you as I love the Rose of Saturn
whose beauty tantalizes from afar
a flame atop a vast ringed world
a maelstrom’s fury become a crown.

I do not love you like that curled dome of storms
circled flumes paint a deep flowered rose
in petals of powerful winds, raised
a distant sky to crimson, red as flame.

I do not love you as I adore this fiercest flower
like tenacious ruby orbs of high deserts and mountains
persistence for its own sake, alone and splendid,
stark and sudden, a glance bares its beauty.

Because I think of you, you are never alone;
because I keep you,  you are never distant.
Because we love, love rages like eternal storms;
because your rose is a fire, a fire burns in my heart.







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Photo credit: NASA Cassini Spacecraft hurricane at the north Pole of Saturn, it has been speculated that the storm has been there for many years. My guess is that it has been there for many decades or more, locked in place by the gravity and magnetic pull of  the polar region.

On Interstate 94 ...

...just before the southbound swarm

fills the beauty of a warm spring day

with circle-form angst -journeys

for bills we need to pay-closure

of silly loops; we with brains and souls

chase the ever-moving goals-

debts have made.

On highway 94 an aroma unexpected

among flowered apple and cherry,

random wild flower volunteers

and my eye- that most tactful sense- finds

the wrinkled jowls and chain-dimpled sides

the tender look of tough hog hides

pressed to air holes along  coupled brides

of rumbled tandem trucks,  riders doomed

to be such as delicious, tender, Fathers’ prides

near the toxic charcoal grills; chemical-ed

meats spread with real gooey trans-fat, artificial flavors.

All will be invited to savor the relics

of an earlier time. When holiday

meant beer and smiles, haven’t-seens-for-a-while

All along 94 South, not a sound did I hear

from hundreds of mouths taking in petrol-ed air;

in loop close journeys there too.

A trek that began with survival of a cull

to end with snout and skull jostled

past a poet in a speeding car, watching

for the words they cannot further carry; a sentence

that speaks upon visions of  trucks that reek…

yet wrought a feeling of commonality,

such journeys have we(--)and for all pretense(--)

just as heedless of its certain destiny.