Beach Walk

The sand on my feet, waves lap at the leg of my pants, the water sometimes warm, sometimes cold. I can walk for miles on the beach and always search for a shell or a rock or some mysterious shape.

The best beach walk is after an all night storm and in the morning there is
calm. If you find your way before dawn there are only a few people. You might be the first to find a sea bean that has travelled all the way from Costa Rica.

water moves on earth
uniting the continents
seeks its own border

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Beach Walk

Did You?

questions from Winslow, Arizona and the song by Jackson Browne and Glenn Frey “Take It Easy”

  
Did you ever 

stand on the corner

in Winslow, Arizona?

Did you ever

have seven women

on your mind?

Did you ever

let your wheels

drive you crazy?

Did you ever

try to understand

and take a stand?

Did you ever 

have a world of trouble

on your mind?

Did you ever

win or did you 

lose?

Did you ever

let yourself be saved

and take it easy?
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dVerse prompt to write a poem of questions

Did You?

Keep It Simple

Today I am not flying to Houston but rather I am going to Iowa, the place where I was born. The heartland, the grass plains now in field corn ready to harvest. A simple place where the elms have died out and the Fox have bought back a part of their land and run a casino. I am not flying thru Denver where the airport built on sacred land but rather thru Vegas, the hub of gambling and entertainment, the vision of an eccentric.

My hometown has changed. Where there use to be three grocery stores now there is one. There are still a number of bars that line one street and no shoe store anymore. I remember Buster Brown in the shop window and a number of dress shops. Now there is one. My sister and I walk all day reminiscing childhood, the town’s dramas and a dad who drank too much.  There is already too much extravagance in the world. Time to keep it simple.

Seasons move so fast

We are caught in the middle

How to surrender

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dVerse prompt haibun Monday and explain why you write the way you do

Keep It Simple

Petroglyph Picasso Postcard Series

Petroglyph Picasso
marks of his time with palette
pyramid lights
a different red bull

Petroglyph Picasso
mark of our time
dismembered disjointed shapes
wanting to be whole

Petroglyph Picasso
Oh to sit for a portrait with the master
take this cup
leave the table and dance!

Joy of the master’s studio
blank slate or finished canvas
lines take shape
black and white or color
begin a new work

Petroglyph Picasso
pitcher and the poet pours out
a stream of water let go
that no longer fills the vessel
like stone that needs no remembrance
or the folly of the etcher

Petroglyph Picasso
woman reading
thought of beginning middle and end
history fiction or current event
mind encapsulated in this moment

Petroglyph Picasso
mark of his time
the eye that saw war
the eye that saw peace
mouth ready to speak art

Petroglyph Picasso
a ring of suspense
who will die a violent death
a horse the bull or the matador

Petroglyph Picasso
shapes cut stone like
in still life with fans
moves the air regardless of time

Petroglyph Picasso
portrait of our time
confusion and the crucifixion
crying out with limbs
hands set in prayer

shapes cut like stone
seat of still life
Left behind by the master
Petroglyph Picasso

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compilation of poems August Poetry Postçard Fest

Petroglyph Picasso Postcard Series

Road Trip Postcards

remember the Wild West
how to roll your own
two stand together

beautiful Texas
wish you were here
come back when wild flowers bloom

two horns sharp long horns
heavy burden
worth the weight

in the desert thorns grow
hard ground blue sky
find protection hold firm

ace and jack play the odds
sound of chips
roll the dice

friends to creatures
never alone
lessons from Smokey

just remember only you
don’t wait for someone else
to stop the fire only you

or let your fire burn
the only you fire
burn bright fire

glory to GOD and the canyon
maker of heaven and earth
and the canyon

“straight up land” said the Paiute
rock and erosion layers
of color and time

we drove for days
we drove the route through Texas
New Mexico Arizona Utah

past Navaho Nation
find sovereignty
in going the distance

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short poems written on postcards

Road Trip Postcards