Catch a river

 Catch a river

It was the most unorthodox method

My only lure was Suwannee inside 

I cast upon the land the liquid

Oh how I like my river fried.

Chains Reaction

 Chains reaction 

Johnclarestokes 

Last evening an angel came

Unlocked the chains

Opened the cell windows 

The heavy doors 

With light blinding streaming in

Quickly now!come! The angel said

Looking about

All the clinging chains clamored,

Stay! Stay!

We are your friends!

Do not abandon us here!

I almost said, I'll stay

When the angel told me

Weep not for the chains 

Tomorrow comes another 

Shackled to comfort them

Forgetting they ever

Held you tight.

Above me

 Above me

In my deepest dreams above me

One comes floating gently

Wake, wake the day awaits

Reaching, the tiny hand I take

Rising to greet the happy day

We float higher along our way.

Once upon a time

 Once upon a time

Over Once Upon A Time

Elephant herds roamed

The heavens

But they were heavy

And fell

Vera

 Irene and Vera. A kind man gave me a rare tip today and I passed it on, telling Vera, 92 that I would give her a print of her mother Irene and her, whom she lost at the age of eleven, her mother dying in childbirth. My father lost his own mother, a year later in 1937 from a blood cot. He never forgot his Ethel Marie either.

Swoosh

 Startled from his silence  

The swoosh swoosh strode past  

The old strider saluted the steeds 

 Silent in the recall of lost speed

Flowing fountain

 By the flowing fountain

Near the flowing well to forever dwell

Old Sopchoppy under your long spell

Though far I've roamed from your halls

In my heart the flowing fountain calls

Come John, drink anew from me

Stay, stay forever in old Sopchoppy.

The burning

 The burning

Saturday we burned the pile

of hard raked leaves along

with the limbs long while

laying about the cluttered throng.

It is good to burn the dross

to see the ground again in May

steel it for the eventual frost

reveal the paths of children’s play

Now rise the planted sprouts

now falls the jasmine from above

we count our costs and gather about

nurture the ones we long have loved.

Spiritless

 It was the Ft Lauderdale 

to Chicago

I could not image anyone

even wanting to take 

that flight

but the heavens full of

those on the wrong flight.

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

High key heron

 High key heron

Lifting directly in front of the rising sun called for a quick plus two exposure compensation.

Someday I imagine cameras having a Siri System where you can quickly say, Nikon, plus two!

D850 with 70-300P lens.

He knew me

 He knew all about me 

John Clare Stokes

Yesterday there we sat

Nearly an hour

With the mother

Who birthed me

We talked of the

Same familiar things

As before

Later that evening

The daughter called

Mom said

Some man in a green

Shirt came to sit

Upon her bed

He talked of familiar things

She wondered how he knew.