An indulgent shiver of expectant curiosity
effortlessly traversing Her rainbow hued integument
A Muse, She is
Amused, She is
Attendant, She is
‘neath Her iridescent talons
a tableau of arboreal old growth backwoods
provides an infinite emerald buttress
nurturing Her canopied inquisitiveness
Wyvern ….. of Wickaninnish
accepting of a beguiling mistral
She oscillates in bonded allotment with
frothy pacific rim tides
She balances ever so subtly
playing catch with breathy chinooks
Yon quixotic horizon, ∞Infinite∞
Her feminine ken
…..Ever …… aware ….. peripherally…..
Throbbing subcutaneous arteries
map Her passionate
diagram Her ardent
reveal Her avid
Families of mythic cedars posture ‘neath her
singularly privy to bygone Elders ciphers and rites
sussurating ancient memes from primeval epochs
Nary a scintilla of doubt within Her
As they are not privy
to Her own formidable legacy……
Incessant high tide arrives…..
Aware of his presence
yet he, not of Hers
From Trust to Dust
covertly sharing his hardened sorrow
Opalescent nictating membranes guard not Her sight
they provision Her INsight
…..of his potential reverie
Below, he embraces the zenith tide
equalling Her direction and gaze
sea froth swirling amongst ginger beach granules
sinewy kelp championing sand dollar orphans
gnarled driftwood debris lecturing late arriving jetsam
bits of all
adhering to his apparel…..
Weathered mahogany fedora
Lightning veined leather jacket
Rural stained blue jeans
He stretches, his arms capriciously akimbo
and …. breathes…..IN
the ever renewing ocean zephyr
Her juncture is NOW!
Launching Herself into the gale
She rapidly rises, banks right, gaining altitude
liquidly reversing Her arc
instinctively gauging Her trajectory
She curls downward racing back towards the shoreline
cresting mazarine breakers
headlong ….. towards ….. Him
His abundant soulful inhalation
Her immortal shouldering comet
…..in breathtaking impact…..
An attosecond of exchange!
Mortal and Immortal
Each bestowing more
than either hoping to receive
She, ever so briefly
caresses the mortality of one
savours the intimacy of two
deciphers his briefness of breaths
He, ever so unknowingly
absorbs an iota of the infinite
crafts a palette of luscious imagination
decides his own destiny
Each, glimpsing more than they should
Each, offering more than they could
Each, becoming more than they would
Theirs is an Integrity of Two
Honourably, She returns atop Her jade throne
content to be His shy muse
Earnestly, He awaits an untroubled sunset
feeling surprisingly content
amongst His own peripheral thoughts
….. for upon this eve,
…..will dream of Dragons…..
A silent, genial audience of one
awaits this prophetic sundown
Dusk gently cocoons his refulgent coastal arras
anxious for her imminent nighttide embrace
of an overhead ebony purlieu
Aurora and Eventide
directing this eve’s choreographed exhibit
Traveller graciously accepts
far-flung exotic nebulae
ripe with diamond cepheids
illuminating his desultory trail
whilst others, so much lower
occlude all his paths indiscriminately
Stabilized intertide reflects a perfect stage
conjoined sea and sky
awaiting innumerable synthesized actors
of mysterious compositions…..
every silent constellation
each dammed celestial pearl
all rambunctious cometary marbles
any empyrean debris…..
every last one shyly dims
His Perseidian Path!
Traveller gazes Northeastward…..
Night morphs his achingly indigo eyes
into echoing charcoal orbs
gleaning witness of the evening performance
with less than a whisper…..
First one, etching a milky contrail
then, two, parallel with ivory aisle
then three, parsing the heavens as glowing corridors
then ….. an indulgence of chiselled lightning!
Refulgent arteries of light and heat
tracing possibilities of direction
for his solitary, broken heart
extensive elongated enduring
single solitary unique
White hot with purpose
Unerring in drift
Brilliant in persuasion
Traveller then knew…..
he had always known…..
but even he needs…..reassurance
A final curtain call
all actors sincerely applauded
by a silent, genial audience of one
Sea, surf, tide, stars
all recommence their nocturnal rhythms
Aurora and Eventide
prolong their coupling
Traveller casually waves bon voyage
scrapes free the clinging sand on his boots
from a visit overstayed
then takes a first step…..
…..to the mountains
….. towards his distant kin …..
Traveller now journeys
seeking brotherly prescription from…
His cadenced, wistful, trusting heart
vowed amaranthine fidelity
pending only her quiescent antiphon
“Our” coalescent trice…..
“Our” coherent jiff…..
“Our” conjoined breaths…..
“Our” onliest destiny…..
Witnessed betwixt a duet of
amorphous, ensorcelled realms…..
The Azure Dragon
Qinglong Seiryū Cheongnyong Thanh Long
The White Tiger
Baihu Byakko Baekho Bạch Hổ
Cautioned afore, was I
Excessively emboldened, I became
Prior exhortations, I scorned
Supremely confident, I embarked
Only to have embraced…..
Blame not the Scolders…..
Gallery bystanders anchored in awe
silently bandaged their veracious perceptions
loathe to waste any shredded weave
original of mine own infatuated garments
Remnants of my scolded heart
skipping only to a muted, abandoned rhythm
Her familiar entitlement merely punctuates
His Dragon’s share of horror and hallelujah
I willingly accept all unanticipated burdens
now my weight to bear
My Integrity….. intact
I zestfully gaze upon dawning sanguine horizons
Now, solo patience nurtures abundant clarity
Now, is so very near…..
Apprentice once more! HUZZAH!
Dare I shyly serenade afresh…..
…..hopeful of an unwritten concerto?
….. tsktsk…..tsktsk….. …..lubdub…..LUBDUB…..
A silhouetted silence casts the darkest shadow
… and if I may, I chose to include the following background history of ‘scold‘, as I was delighted to learn of this, after I completed these recent scratchings! Unintentional irony – the best kind!
Word History: A scold is not usually a poet and a scolding rarely sounds like poetry to the one being scolded, but it seems that the word scold has a poetic background. It is probable that scold, first recorded in Middle English in a work probably composed around 1150, has a Scandinavian source related to the Old Icelandic word skld, “poet.” Middle English scolde may in fact mean “a minstrel,” but of that we are not sure. However, its Middle English meanings, “a ribald abusive person” and “a shrewish chiding woman,” may be related to skld, as shown by the senses of some of the Old Icelandic words derived from skld. Old Icelandic skldskapr, for example, meant “poetry” in a good sense but also “a libel in verse,” while skld-stöng meant “a pole with imprecations or charms scratched on it.” It would seem that libelous cursing verse was a noted part of at least some poets’ productions and that this association with poets passed firmly along with the Scandinavian borrowing into English.
daughter and dad
joyous insouciant sublime
This island’s sandy beach
serves as their penetralian paradise
Invested of love
Capricious of spirit
upon their arenaceous dance floor!
They are at PLAY!
dad and daughter
She youthfully stabilizes herself
upon his own weathered, committed stance
Both now facing forward
His worldly plantar soul
tendering infinite footing
in naïve preparation
to surmount jeopardous dunes
His weathered dorsal surface
freely offered as her fugitive dance floor
He is her sole support
He is her soul support
Her hands within his….
Her feet upon his…..
Her heart within his…..
They purposefully travel forward
Jousting knights alongside sanddollar castles
Waving at crowds of synchronized anemones
Laughing at fleets of soaring iridescent wyvern
Grinning at mermaids sheltering their purses
Tickling the toes of slumbering driftwood nisse
Surf and Sand Tide and Time Chance and Favour
Inept gnats ALL
contra this duo!
Daughter and Dad
Theirs is a tandem of
committed stride and nascent glide
As they grow…..
and strengthen in resolve……
Desperate barriers arise!
Incurving tides coerce an intolerable interruption
Clinging sands arrogate a presumptuous reservation
Flotsam and jetsam ridicule their solidarity
Writhing kelp attempt their smaragdine embrace
Begone fool elements!
for they swagger invincible
All too soon……for him…..
shorten, shorten, shorten
The right time has come…..
He needs release her one hand…..
She now balances easily
within her own unaided stride
His eyes commence to mist over…..
He needs release her other hand
She now determines easily
Toddler no longer
A confident, radiant, untethered
poised to embark upon an energetic future
etching her own lingering impressions
in the trailing sand
She turns to thank him…..
An uncompromisable tear of pride
emerging from his soul…..
…..framing her own reflection
of eternal gratitude
He silently marvels…..
how is it possible
she has grown up
…..at the same time?
Of a deep, earthy, burgundy hue
his leather-bound, scarred, injured journal
veers majestically apace
lonely star-speckled beach pebbles
all inescapably dormant
each positioned adoringly
upon his star polished driftwood nightstand
He sleeps, aside…..
A weathered, comfortable, familiar
reflectively golden feathered Quill
mystically engineered of
silver edged vane
rainbow tinted rachis
emerald carved barb
thundercloud laced afterfeather
achingly hollow calamus…..
Quill mutely rests upon
the tattooed barrier blockading his scribbled memoirs
What Wyvern soars employing such resplendent armour?
Rests upon? Nay!
Quill passionately clasps and guards
the now dormant scratchings contained within
Quill patiently strokes his etched chronology
swaying in rhyme with the whispering breeze
which sensually enters through an adjacent oriel
All contestants, coolly urging him to
release your annals, encore
allow Nib and Papyrus to embrace
let loose your imaginings
Let her know…..
When provoked sufficiently,
His torrid script burns amidst concupiscent entwinings
Quill longs to swirl indecently
captured within an azure drenched inkwell
Nib and Papyrus adhere
contained within their mirrored strokes of passion
touching only to conceive a trailing wake of memories…..
madness sensuous tenuous tender
chaotic pulsating fearful lustful
His past essence
His emotional legacy
Quill, sans zephyr
trembles with potent pleasure
Nib and Papyrus, in tense with direction
shiver with azure anticipation
He craves clarity from distant echoes
He desires closure from mirrored confusion
He seeks release from her stoic silence
He cradles Quill
A shout of wind accelerates his journal
parting the excited blank codex within
He immerses Quill in moist azure mercury…..
Moonlight and starbeams
patiently enduring their early mourning retreat
upon their contempo journal entries……
Unique motes of cosmic brilliance
engraved their passionate lyrics
upon the living texture of…..
Triumphant morning light
from the parturition of morn
sprinting furiously headlong
craving their newly apportioned
instances of time and space
upon the living tapestry of…..
Their nightly impatience
offset by daily victory
conquering an infinity of translucent milky glow
now in abeyance and adrift of gravity
He covets succor from invisible debris
cast off from an eternally overhead
nocturnal stellar rainbow
Traveller, arms akimbo
stoically facing the birth of dawn
His now growing, expectant smile
radiates in tandem with the emerging sunrise
Effortlessly, patiently, lovingly…..
first his left arm
then his right
Traveller extends and offers
his naked palms and bare forearms
each, as a willing canvas
mirroring the eastern born Sol
Fatidic scars….. surface
conceived by the newborn aurora
whilst dancing randomly
upon his now pulsing forearms
and then ….. all scratchings levitate
with his own
ocean blue eyes
Traveller …. Reads!
Of Futures not yet
…..that rhyme with chromas of nebulae
Of Pasts that should have been
…..that purr with exploding novae
Of Presents that might yet occur
…..that pause with the hue of possibility
…..each and every
one and all…..
he has ever encountered
And is again engulfed
with gratitude and love
Traveller’s dawning words
have always been….