When the Seasons Washed Away

 

 

 

There’s just so much to look at

along the sandy beach –

 

where pelicans glide silently

just out of ocean’s reach –

 

There are sights and sounds

and smells for all

with things that wash ashore –

 

Umbrellas, chairs and blankets

and Sun block 84 –

 

There are flies and fleas

and seagulls too

shells and bottle caps –

 

fire pits and hamburgers

with photographs to snap –

 

Yet it’s all so very quiet

when the seasons washed away –

 

She still comes to walk the beach

and feel the ocean’s spray.

 

 

No postcard racks

no surfboard shops

No danger signs to warn her -

No volly balls - or Frisbies

No Parking here to corner -

Just her along the very edge

with footprints for a day -

How wonderful to be there

when the seasons washed away.






 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Visual Feeling

 

It’s a place I remember

and it is always the same

The light and shadows forever Unchanged

 

I go back there now and again

whenever I allow my thoughts to wander

 

 

 

 

This light and shadowed feeling
cannot be captured
on canvas or stolen by  photograph -


I have already taken it's spirit with me


it is now a welcome and persistant memorie -


I leave here for you

a slightly worn copy -






there...




did you feel that?









 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Gesundheit

 

Throughout history – within all cultures – things have been in disarray, economies have wobbled on the brink of collapse, people have starved while others have prospered and man has gazed up at the stars while small boys have looked down watching an ant carry a bit of leaf. Some have even read these few sentences believing I was getting to some philosophical point. I am not. I could no sooner sum up the status of a society as figure out the interlocking folds within a Kleenex box. However, I have sneezed and in so doing have grabbed hastily for the next Kleenex in the sequence; suggesting of course that I comprehend the necessity for structure, the intelligence required for engineering and the social awkwardness experienced when systems fail. All in all I am in awe of those around me; those who are skilled and those lacking, the ones who are knowledgeable as well as those who flounder. I have lived my life outside of the control group, neither studying nor being studied. I have simply wandered through the pages of Life’s book occasionally gleaning a modicum of understanding and yet I have no manageable concept of the storyline. I am a seat warmer without a chair. The orchestra is tuning up for music that will forever be foreign to me. Such is the fate of an observer. My view of Life is simply that; a stream of images, sounds and events passing through the same time period as myself, without a specific unified direction but all interlocked – allowing the next event in the sequence to pop up as needed.



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Thoughts worth thinking...

The world famous and mostly shaven philosopher Mahatma Koat once said;


"No matter the speed of a Windsor knot - it will end in a tie."

You have to look below the bark

to see where floorboards grow.

 

 

...the flying squirrel.

 

 

 

 

Some people wear it out...