Senses

August 12, 2019August 13, 2019

New Impressions

Wide open spaces of endless miles
of fields, farms and tracks of homes

stand in stark contrast to cities
choked with factory smoke stacks
with the polluted exhaust of traffic

that rise up to collectively gather
in visible, relentless chains
of greenhouse gases choking
off life giving

oxygen the memories of a lifetime
of living growing accustomed
to cacophonic decibels
of noise
now silenced

replaced with nature’s music
a symphonic aura of colorful
notes

blue skies redolent of wind &
breezes filled with the green
chattering of crickets

sunsets sweeping the horizon
in pink and purple hues
akin to stringed instruments
playing

where a night is lit dazzling
with lightning and thunder
fire bright yellows and orange
an orchestration of astounding
proportions

there are new impressions
waking all my senses, increasing
my awareness

to add to and multiply memories
creating the complexity
& beauty
of a life

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures

September 20, 2018

“Spinning Threads in Poems”

Spun words as a weaver spinning threads
upon her loom hoping that colors
will strike the brilliant chord

such as the composer who like magic
pulls each note threaded in the air
above him espouses
to encapsulate emotions
within the composition

whereupon they will be released
by those who listen
in tears of sorrow
tears of joy
or anger fleeting
as a doused
flame

with only the bliss
of knowing it was I
who lit the flame

that dances across
the reader’s face
as they imbue
their senses
with the words
of a poem

is all I envisage

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created as Art

Poems and Threads

October 21, 2012October 22, 2012

The Market

Altered Google Images

we walk casually in
the brisk Fall air
past market vendors
selling their wares

greeted by….yes!
the smell of lilies
fragrant from the
flower stalls vendors

moving forth like a
well-oiled machine
albeit STICKing
at times in the
flow of the crowd
always unseen

the smell of fish
a Fish Monger is
shouting out
“FRESH SALMON!
FRESH TROUT!”

SOOOO many sights
SOOOO many smells
BOMBard our senses
fresh spices for sell
cinnAmon___HMMMMMMM
honey from the hives
all flavors to delight

we move past ARTisans
jewelry gleaming
watercolor canvas
of hats and scarves
multicolored WeaVing

the music from
street MUSICians
float genTly to our ears
breathy jaZZ clarinet
guitar oldies as
we weave and steer

we move outside to
the OTHER side a
CoBbLeStOnE street
to mingle with
another crowd
never stopping to greet

to offer up some of “OURS”
to the man rummaging
through a garbage can
do WE__do THEY sEE him
disparaging in the cold

do WE__do THEY lOOk
right through him
regardless
of his soul

the fruit vendor YELLS out
“TRY SWEET ASIAN PEARS HERE!”
offers them to passerby
smiling and with cheer

while the man continues
his search for food
aware he is on the FRinge
feeling he isn’t welcome
where the fruit
overflows the bins

we walk on by
taking home our wares
to sleep in a coZZZy bed
i wake in the shower
to vanilla scented soap
his image still in
my HEAD

Went to the Seattle Market today and love that there is so much to see, so much to do, but the stark contrast of the world, in which we live,
hit home on this day.