two hands
after a fine guitarist’s set,
hidden music
muses
through the spheres
out in the audience
hidden in the middle, two arms
under a table with two full glasses
ignored
two hands commune
caressing
as if the one
and only touching
on earth,
before the fall
for an hour and a half
embodied, that
warm embrace of their fingers
and palms
close slow dancing
no palming
but sheer magic
one body, one spirit, one mind
1st pub. in vox poetica
A Song of Songs Into Olding
Intense clangor—the joyous movement
of rod and belle
of the brash and the subtle
caroled with rubied passion,
they ring with joy their supple skin.
Fertile in consummation, in oneness
these two-to-one
jewel their future
days with melodic movement.
Appealing with rings that couple gold,
One circle—unending, endless, eternal,
They spangle their handed time with madrigals.
The chiming lyric of the sapphire
adorns their sensuous moments.
Embellishments of gemmed time
lay close
jeweled bare on their skin,
on circular strands
Down
the years
Turning irritants, trials, and struggles
Into pure spheres of visioned music,
Shimmering pearls of perseverance
(Unlike the coldness
of the bland flatness,
the flaked shale
of many a marriage's mediocrity).
He and she chime in their aging,
wrinkled skin, touched creases,
caressed emeralds of cherishing,
lasting into the soft opalness
of Olding, their souls flow
warm with mellifluous serenity.
Precious
the seasoned-round romancing,
the ringing, rubied
Song of songs.
1st pub. in Word Catalyst Magazine,
and in outwardlink.net,
and Psalms, Yawps, and Howls
--
Ever After
Waking up close to you,
Your ‘presence’ covered in our morning’s lips caress
Like the shimmering, luminous night's seal to a sleeping princess,
We’re warm, luscious honeycombed lovers,
Deeply treasured in life-long mellifluous romance
Truly our cherished delicious passion,
Chorus
And the moonlight on the water,
Moon shimmering on the lake
And the stars shine in our room
Through time to time to time
Cherishing
Our heart-welling felt vow
Spectrumed rainbow of our arrowed hearts,
Protecting our intertwined soul and body
Not tempted, nor wayward
But delivered from every
Disloyal fragmented moment.
For transcendent now choosing,
True love so royal streamed
From time to time to time,
Through the first falling sky-up
On mount passion's verdant peak
High above the desert of briefness,
We begin newly blessed, giving life;
Chorus
And the moonlight on the water,
Moon shimmering on the lake,
And the stars shine in our room
From time to time to time
With the snapping of the corked top
And the delicious splash
Of delicious wine on our sun-covered table,
And the burgundy bottle never empties
And our two communing glasses shine,
In the shimmering, luminous union
And the moon lights our room
And the stars’ shine on the lake
On our wedding night over and over and over,
You all in white lace
Warm in my embrace
And ever after.
1st pub. in The Shine Journal,
and re-published poetry book, selah river
"Roll Ever Columbia”
They bag fading lighthouses,
Explore more lone departed posts,
Live in their relationship of ship
To water and shore;
Brave roaring ocean storms
Bar none, faring better, more
Than boats-of-line passing through
That perilous channel ‘washing
Tons’ of Oregonian waves,
Churning in between,
But unlike historic river pilots
Who guided in-bound ships
Over that dangerous bar,
His home doesn’t dominate high
On Fort Astor’s exalted bluffs;
And her love hearkens back to 1812,
Long before any lensed high tower,
Back when townies lit up a blazing
Tree as the brilliant signal flare
To direct to an approaching schooner.
His love lights up her coastal way,
Rivering to her protected harbor;
Not like today in shallow America
Where too many a sparred couple
Forever shipwreck their ‘bows.’
He’s an in-bound ship-of-line
Braving the dangerous headland
And the deep rolling river, but above,
His wild woman glows aflame
Delights his vessel’s guided way;
There’s no disappointment;
Her shored cape opens with
Welcome, he sings the mark,
“Safe water.”
Oh so verdantly green,
Unfathomably deep,
For life;
Roll on,
Dear Columbia,
Ever and ever and ever.
--
*Don Bruno de Heceta, Spanish Sea Captain, was the first
known
European to discover the mouth of the Columbia River in
1775.
*Captain Meares, on July 6, 1788 tried to find safe
harbor on the
northern side of the mouth of the Columbia, but couldn’t
so named the
place, Cape Disappointment.
*Woody Guthrie song “Roll on Columbia”
1st pub. in
cavalcade of stars poetry site
Summer of Love in Philadelphia
Twenty-two flights above Rittenhouse Square
in the spring of the fall you carved a smilin' pumpkin
candled at your windowed level,
a light in the times of horror and stress;
But below, we wandered our nights with
chapped hands interlocked, pocketed in my coat suede.
We walked blind streets of revolutionary warmer, earlier days
and handled paddles, splashing and pulling canal water,
canoeing near the Delaware,
swishing and crossing where Washington
and we escaped near New Hope,
our newest way from countless foes
through spaces of pilings of bridges
of lush foliage over hung.
We were loving friends three times over
in the spirit and the soul and the city;
though warmed in closeness we never caressed,
for you talked of "betweeness," violin practice,
and your distant boyfriend on the west coast.
I called you evenings when I felt despair
when drafted instead of Nam, doing
alternative service, working with lost teens
handicapped by their errant parent's living.
But summer saw you in Quaker action
in raining D.C. for King's impoverished ones
and I never saw you ever after.
Yet your letters far crossed this land of Guthrie
from Reed in the redwoods of Oregon
To me back south in teeming L.A.
In the movement of the angels, where
I couldn't see clenched hands or shattered glass
like the new left riots of America in Isla Vista,
Instead I searched of the ancient ways so
coral deep in humanity's past based in that
tragic Cross spanning horrific centuries,
Jesus' kind hands outstretched and open wide--
we Jesus people.
No more passioned letters reach me,
And Oregon no longer knows you.
But I 'wonder' in this living life stream —
And will now hold you up in the Light,
For within my part of you so longs.
1st pub. in Wild Violet Magazine,
and in Quill & Parchment,
and in Psalms, Yawps, and Howls
--
Northeast Night
Under the glow
entrancing of stars
Of that Whittier night,
Not Snowbound,
Globally warmed,
Sliding,
Not sledding,
Honeymooners
–Lasted, ever
Clung so close
Heating,
Like maple syrup
Snuggling
Within his
Large parka,
Smooching,
Below
A resplendent
Maple tree
1st pub. in
cavalcade of stars poetry site
Kiss your true love in the Light,
Daniel Wilcox
