waves

Posting Ocean Waves
1-1-18

Room still in construction
I build a shrine around the things I love
And I look for something else
For stanzas on sculptures to be left unquoted
By most of us
We cannot introduce it in language plain
I can almost have the sea in my own room
As I nail the picture up
Nails only halfway deep to the gist of Orlando's speech
That has afflicted many
Written in delicious paragraphs such as these
I am repetitively being converted into a new me
Dying daily in standing upon the mountain
I have freedom to think for myself
With offspring still cherished
Like a spider and a thousand babies
My analogy untarnished hither
Skies deep and unbounded....




Peddler And His Ass (Surf's Up!)
1-1-18

Circled by the otherworld
The albatross takes wing
And I accept her terms of burden
Where blessing is much greater
Call it a study or just call it bloody
Where snow melts it is muddy as I like it
Fifty-two stanzas to describe One Word
Making all the difference in the world
To the bible scholar and poet
Carried away into eccentricity
In the power of my ambition
Leave nothing out today
If such a feat is even possible
Take me away to the northern lights
In our Goody Blame and Peter Bell
Surf's up today as I like it
To intensify the allegory in exclusive joy....