~ Includes all the poems posted April 21 plus three new ones new ones ~
Kathabela Wilson 3/31/15
fly off
to your outer pranks
April Fool
Kathabela Wilson 3/31/15
eroding shore she carries the house on her bike
Lois P Jones 4/5/15
Bicyclists are known to fly
by on sacred days
when the wind is Wright
Kathabela Wilson 4/4/15
the way she sees it
torn origami
along the shore
Kathabela Wilson 4/5/15
deep sand no road
so fly or walk on water—
the sheriff's rescue
Land Erosion
Nature's reaction
to earth's aliveness
and movement
Land Erosion
Lady Journeyer
yellow shirted adventurer
on wheels adorned in red
Such is the perspective
of one perched
upon a glimmering Star
in the ever optimistic sky
THERE IT IS!
The lone bike ~ speaking through it's photographic image
of hills and valleys, sands and waters
peoples and projects
... implying through it's lean against the tree
that one of curiosity has trusted it to carry her
where she yearns to be
in contemplation, wonders this one here
if such a vehicle has a 'name'
one of appreciation and dignity
Here's sea sand that has shaped the world
Here are out banks that split apart the sea
Here huge waves of surf are wildly hurled
In grinding grainy crashing enmity.
I keep posting blogs but they don't stay
they are suddenly washed away
She married a geologist for excitement.
Together they pounded ophiolites for enlightenment.
And since then each year
they drink cabernet and read Kabir
and ponder the surfaces of their environment
bicycle in the cafe glow
wide observation within
blog does not bug
photos hide the squish
and vanish the sting
mosquito
swamp monsters...
she wears purple
and houses martins
on her head
deep in the shadows
the wildwood breathes
and blinks
in greengold light
poured from above
Mira Mataric 4/21/15
So far she came
And no further.
What could have stopped her
if not a friendly smile
of a local man?
Joyce Futa 4/22/15
after the storm
the swamp a brown mirror
knees of the cypress
like so many apostles
emerging from baptism
Joyce Futa 4/25/15
birds in flight circle
see where they've been
and the tree
where they will rest
oh, the fiery sunset