Thursday, May 29, 2025

Midwife Missouri


 Midwife

"And because the midwives feared God, He gave them families."

Exodus 1:21.

John Clare Stokes


They were the bone lean days following

the late great war of Northern invasion,

the long drawn death thro's of a nation

but for the love of Laura, Sherman sparing,


his terrible swift sword taking Florida's life,

Georgia feeling the ravages of spurned victory,

the orange blossom never to fall into his bands of savagery. 

Into these times of lean came to be a midwife.


Sabbath days at Hopewell Primitive Rev.Eubanks would pray,

For Charles, Eliza, Willey and Missouri's little Cauley

And that day on the bare toes he would step lightly,

for these famished souls had enough already of hell and misery.


Too far away to send for Doc Ives in the first horseless Buick,

Twenty-five miles from Lake City an ocean-like eternity

by mule,through sand way up and lost on the Suwannee, 

but not the midwife the labor cries she would seek.


Beside the birthing beds from Benton to Suwannee Shoals,

Missouri the unmarried midwife was to all as a  mother,

her pleasurable sins so easily forgiven her,

Missouri Wheeler by whose hand came so many souls.


And in the dead of night along the old Suwannee river flowing,

The new mother blesses the midwife who they could not pay,

But the wages for Missoui the men found a way,

Script beyond the folding,more precious than any money golden.


As told not literal, but poetic.

Wednesday, May 28, 2025

Milk and wine


 Of milk and wine. In the sincere delivery of the given milk, a breeze through the open portals stirred, gently rippling over tears and wine spilling,entering all in the mystery.

After Whistler





 Today I collaborated with Whistler. Combining our images. It was a quick study. I shall return and expand just as Whistler would do.

Grand themes


 The grand themes

Things such as

Hearts aflame

Stay stoked


 Stay stoked

Said the poets

They know it

They aren’t

Wrong fellows

Setting out


 Setting Out

Wendell Berry


Even love must pass through loneliness,

the husbandman become again

the Long Hunter , and set out

not to the familiar woods of home

but to the forest of the night,

the true wilderness, where renewal 

is found, the lay of the ground

a premonition of the unknown.

Blowing leaf and flying wren

lead him on. He can no longer be at home,

he cannot return, until he begin 

the circle that first will carry him away.

Love for Watts


 If, mounted on a morning ray,

I fly beyond the western sea;

Thy swifter hand would first arrive,

And there arrest thy fugitive.

Isaac Watts

Worm man


 This worm of a man

sat in contemplation

of being a worm 

now that’s a good thing

for that’s what sets 

him apart from a worm

the ability to squirm

before the hook has 

even been stuck in


Consciousness

Compensate quick


 O’er coming


It was the first exposure 

of the day

the heron coming my way

Quickly I said

move the compensation 

to plus one point three

for lately

Shadows have been

giving me fits

and then the heron

had flown 

and I went home

CAnoe theology


 The irresistible call

CANOE

John Clare Stokes


There are five points to the call of the canoe, can you name them? There is the dream of Chestnut Prospectors, then the Allusion of rapids roaring, then the Nocturnal moon dancing in flow, to the Outward bound voyage and finally the Eternity of journey.

The long way


 The long back way

John Clare Stokes


I take the long back way

Down the Cline Feagle lane 

in the lower part of the county

Pass where Cline burned to death

In his running truck

The brick chimney marking the spot

Up the road where I see

They tore down the tenants home

Wood stacked for another’s flooring

The blooming gardenia out of place

Without a front door for balance

The way is lined with gladiolus 

Red to orange variety

The old stock

At the intersection the implements sit

Rusting through yet another season 

I enter the section of lined pine

Thinking I’m on some Tour de European

Slow in case a fox squirrel is crossing over

The end is nearing when at the Tabor Cemetery

Crows scold and head off toward Aldine’s

His road with the split rail and cane mill

These Feagle’s mostly a peculiar people

I resume my journey through their 

Ghostly Territory.

Wondering how Shadrack ever wound up here.

Tuesday, May 27, 2025

Ghost gator


 Ghost Gator


Wraith of waders

he bides beside me

Through deepest glades guides

Abides in shadows

Where light slumbers

Slides to stir waters darkly

Then mysteriously departs

his blazes burning

where he lurked.