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  Reading Zane aloud while holding your head down... April is National Poetry Month! ****************************** ****************************** *************************** waking to summer heat on a Spring day it is still dark and the birds still do sing to a moonless sky and the air conditioners which had been still for the best of a season are in full throat again the sounds of the highway are beyond audible reach once more I opened the sliding glass door and felt that the air had cooled a bit over night so we had locked up the heat in side with us and kept out the refreshing cool air. Lighted day revealed a restless sea. Wind up, my chimes won't stop ringing... 4 June 2007 After the storm, my mind cleared. And a high wind arose and blew the tropics north. running quartz crystals through a blender. sand through your engines. bubbles in your bays. estuaries reaching out toward forbidden seas... sand through your eyes. 5 June 2007 Calm as baby's breath as peaceful as the storm's eye Clouds spread and drawn with rough strokes of stratospheric winds a warm and windy tropical day. 7 June 2007 Black water at dusk. Lighting on the horizon. Warm winds coming in across the darkening waters. A flash of white wings as an egret takes flight. And Thunder like God clearing his throat. 8 June 2007 Morning star in the still of the clear, dark waters. a sky as clear eyed as a young girl. bruised and tattered storm remnants limp off in the gathering light. 9 June 2007 Tickled her fancy. giggling all the day long. pretty good for a Saturday. Clouds on the lake floating aimlessly by. She smiled big--grinned really. 12 JUne 2007 A silver sky ripe for the mirror. you can not see yourself in this mirror you can only see others moreover, you can only see what others choose to expose. Their houses, their boats, their sea-doos. Birds skimming low over the water could like as not see them selves if they were to look down as they skim low over the water but they never do. Rather they allow their reflections to chase them quick and sharp over the still, glistening waters while the bird's mind remains ever fixed on food, or other birds, or escaping those damn noisy humans. A dense forest impenetrable as a gaze. 13 JUne 2007 Like angry bee's eyes the metal screen seen through the bamboo blinds. A million insects dot the lake spreading micro ripples 14 June 2007 Of Fly Catchers and hidden lakes. Of sleeping lizards and morning dew. It is of birdsong and misty dawns and fleeced clouds floating in a still pool. The waters ripple awake in the gathering morn. The first water birds head out for the far shore.  Copper MoonMoon poetry. http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/1554326/copper_moon.html  The Union of the Socialist States of AmericaSure we are going Socialist, but can we afford it? http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/1544653/the_union_of_the_socialist_states_of.html |
