The Well-Traveler

I expected to see you around
The corner market is where I'll go
Because id rather see me leave
Than you see to it that I go
No one worry
I have my suitcase in tow
It will be quite the journey
For you two so don't forget
Things like rain jackets and good books
It always rains at some point anyhow.

A DIAMOND IN THE SEA

Children love the beach
They search for seashells and
Fill their pockets with their findings
And take them home as their prizes.
They don't need flowers or medals,
When they can hold the ocean in their pockets.
But as for me, I carry handfuls of rocks,
Skipping them while I sit on this dock.
Ignoring the children's boisterous play,
I lazily chuck one stone after the other;
I ignore the sunset and the wind,
Things that an artist would capture in paint.
My eyes watch as one rock jumps and falls and sinks,
Jumps and falls and sinks -- but wait
"No! Why did that last one gleam?"
It wasn't a rock but my wedding ring.
My heart jumps, and falls, and sinks.
The sun confirms my dismay as she
Falls beneath the atlantic bay.
There is no chance of reclaiming my loss,
No rope that could bait in that rock.
My cherished beloved -- the children still laughing,
Leaving me emptied of fishing,
I am lonesome and sick of the sea.

A NOT SO ECLECTIC IDEA

Happiness –– temporal, testing when seen in another,

Fleeting circuitry when felt in yourself;

Something likened to a pin-pointed dart,

Good when thrown by your hand but

Piercing when pierced through your heart,

The feeling I hear at the end of the hall,

Where all is in order with an impenetrable border;

The cusp of the cup I drink in this rut.

Contemptible content leaving me less than content

That prevents my penance from granting my plea;

Lending me absolute absolution, lest I earn

The wage of electric excellence I hear from the side,

Lines tangled throats, embodied is mine,

Today is the day, in fire that I dine.

THE FLOWERS IN MY HAIR

Life is experienced in Spring and Summer
When your perenial joy is awakened
And every morning you are crowned
With sunlight, decorated with the dew of the grass.
Flying three sheets to the wind
Ballads of laughter dance on your lips,
While cumulus dreams number the night.
All of the roses scream romance
And even impatiens patiently yield a passionate kiss.
The cedar's secrets reveal pillows of vanilla white smoke
That you are apt to follow if you so dare,
Encouraged to pursue if it so suits you.

Bring a partner then, a bird from the nest,
Because what good is a good absent of two?
But please I beg, expect the fog to unfold,
Unraveling forth that summer down pour,
That could just bore a wintry mix of the mind,
Washing away your thrill of high tide;
Think of the lilies – though planted as bulbs underground
Their petals break cold ground
In a tall floral posture into salient feats we can achieve.
Yes, though the cold falls hard, August is barely begun
And even in Fall, the orchards don't give way!
The fruit of the laborous persistance is ripe for picking,
The flowers in your hair still there for the seeking.