Saturday, August 31, 2024

Water and Word


 The water and the word


Let the water and the word

Ever abide within the soul

A vessel with which to go

Eternal words forever heard.

Friday, August 30, 2024

Monochrome

 











Damselfly


 That I see

That I saw

That I’ve seen


Damselfly

Suwannee

Immerse and see


 if i told you...that beyond the saw palmetto...past the itching moss...troubles would leave you...would you cut the shins...battle the red bugs...rattlers and ticks...just for a look?  If I told you to dip three times in the Suwannee...would you believe me? Immerse and see.

The writing rose


 I came upon a writing rose  

Thorns worn from her words 

 She wrote over and over 

 The wind I have heard  

I have heard  

I have heard 

 I have heard

God’s Butchers


 Butcher Bird Prophecy

  by john clare stokes

   Strike the bells of praise...  For today the invasion was stayed...  Strong upon the wind in all their glory...   Flew the Loggerhead Army...  To impale the swarming maelstrom...  Butchers from heaven come...  By night the victory fires we light...  Offerings to Jehovah....  for His Loggerhead Shrikes!

Wednesday, August 28, 2024

Long Distant Voyager

 




Well done


 Well done


With canvas clutched he comes

To hear the coveted well-done son

The little Vincent of starry eye

Swirling on the primary oils

With hours long the artist toils

From the studio he runs

To hear a father say

Well done son

But the words never come

And so the artist caps the tubes

No longer to a father runs

Who never found time to say

Well done son


Take time to tell someone

Well done

You may be the only one.

Blue Infinitude

 


Monday, August 26, 2024

Image Maker

A poem i wrote about the days of developing film and printing in a darkroom.


 

Sunday, August 25, 2024

Monochrome ten from Instagram











 

Mashes Sands


 Wish we could always reign in

Mashes Sands


I do not know how the sand 

Came from Mashes Sands 

To Sopchoppy 

But my father got it there

And it was my kingdom  

My perimeter I only left

Whenever I would swing

And jump past the pure sandy 

Border 

Flying about into the evening

Til I heard mamma calling

And I would park the fleet

Open the sluice gates

Post the little real plastic man

With strict orders

To guard the Mashes Sands

Kingdom in the county

Wakulla

The township

Sopchoppy.