Blue moon

 I see

A blue moon rising

I see

Tranquility on the way

Do go out tonight

It’s bound to

Delight

I see mystery

On the way.

Bouquet boy

 Bouquet boy was up early Tuesday

For in his night musings 

The genteel were ordering

And he knew the day would be busy.

Lift away

 Lift away

The closeness was once a tame thing

All came within touching distance

Now the wild world lifts away

To return within the grasp some day.

Forever Soni

 Soni Forever Young

johnClare Stokes

Before he set out

On his final journey

he once again took

his magic box down

And with some 

Adjustments of buttons

And bellows

He made another 

Young

There were only 

Thirty six frames

And by the time it

Came to take his

Own portrait

The winder came to

A halt and would 

Not advance

But it mattered not

He had made 

Thirty six forever

Young

And that kept

The old man 

Content

All was not in vain.

To the memory of Soni Fine

Artist

Vincent birthday

 Vincent Van Crow

Today we honor Vincent Van Gogh on his birthday by placing our crow with his crows in the upper left in his final painting.

Bouquet boy thanks Vincent immensely 

From his works he borrows liberally 

Bouquet boy sends his crow this Monday 

to soar in fields of glorious color.

Symmetry

 And if thy symmetry 

Offend thee

Lop it off

Better to enter life 

With asymmetry

Than destruction with

Symmetry.

Abide

 Some they have the storm

Always just before them

Some they have the storm

Always inside them

Some they abide in the storm

And the Lord hides them.

Song of the Swallowtail

 Sonata in soar major

The Swallowtail song

Of which I have sung

Lifting spirits languishing 

Praise the returning 

 To the returning Swallowtail Kites

Moon spell

 When beneath a moon spell

All is far from a linear path

Alas with mirth it doesn’t last

it’s to the narrow straights to dwell.

Midway

 Midway

Johnclarestokes 

This past Palm Sunday 

There we  dwelt in pew cushioned

Diffused stained glass wonder

where even the lost felt comfort

It seemed so foreign to the Midway

in the stern austerity of the sabbath days

You were either all the way or far 

out of the narrow way

no almost persuaded

no sermon read to tickle the ears

there wasn’t time for vacillation

with yellow fever, crops not yielding

cottonmouths lurking, colic gaunting

eternity was an ever present specter

right there in the splintered pew

sitting right beside you 

You made peace with early on. 

Midway Baptist  

Union County,Florida

Wet Nikon

 I got a fancy Nikon who thinks it can swim

I take it down to let its lens get wet

In the shallows it cries , save me film!

In jumps ole F3 to rescue him!

Dead end

 Do roads really end? Some I am glad for their end, others I wish they would go on and on.

Roads end, rivers begin

Santa Fe, High Springs