and will my remnants last this long against the tide? (Dav and Duke’s Beach, Laurence Harbor NJ)
once peak
Month: January 2024
hubris and end
pearls before swine
prose before lines
souls laid barren-
up on the breach
judged in the light
under the eye
of the one, divine
moment.
20 degrees, the sea, and me. leonardo beach, leonardo nj
abderdeen.
the pebbles of abderdeen
strewn out on this spit of sand
the uneven pieces
not even a puzzle
not even a map
the randomness only
orderly tides can create,
a random skyline of stars-
all traveling
while ours, we orbit
and here we are
in our corner of the milky way
on the corner of our little home
on the shores of a bay
in abderdeen;
not known outside these parts
not talked about in legends
but here lives come
and here they pass
in this little hamlet of new jersey
the shore of aberdeen.
snow beach of aberdeen
Aberdeen, NJ (Cliffwood Beach)… during the mild snow storm Tuesday… not a pretty beach by such normal standards, but the ocean is the ocean none the less (listen), find a space near you, a refuge, go there, take it in for all it’s worth, even in the barren face of a winter storm, there is something there to learn… all these years I have never been to this beach, a mere 15 minutes from my home… I have been endeavoring to fix this flaw and explore my own state, a much maligned state, but like most things, the glossed over paragraph of a thing does not allow to see the depth of a thing… if you want to check out all the places I visit here (and surrounding states)… check out my YouTube channel (shorts , longs). I try to give you a feel of the places I visit. I also encourage you to bust out a google map and see what is around, you might be surprised.
on those golden wings.
oh seraph!
take me upon your golden wings
for you know this world-
far better than I
for longer than reign
I trust not to the fall
when upon, your golden wings-
I would not dare take up to the sky
for fear and humanity anchors my neck
my brow is fraught with the hearts of men
but you, oh seraph!
kin of the ancient kind
I wonder, wonder If I may
beseech upon you a ride-
into that great kingdom
from that you stride,
oh seraph!
I call, I call, I call
notes: a muse, an angel, a devil, a demon, or the spine of my unconscious mind revel…
the carousel
in flashing bulbs of light
the prancing pretty ponies
enveloped in vertigo silk
that circular song
can not focus on a point
in this orbit, I am bound
perpetual motion-
steals my breath-
this carnival, has teeth!
(edit: just now after posting…)
among glaring pulsing bulbs
those prancing pretty ponies
enveloped in vertigo silks
hand painted, chipped from age
white teeth grin wide
that circular song
on and on
can not focus on a single point
as the closed loop is sewn
in this orbit, I am bound
perpetual motion-
up ! and the down-
steals my breath-
this carnival,
(fear now)
this carnival…
has teeth!
black umbrella
black umbrella;-
and I fancy myself a zebra!
but from above-
just another pinwheel
spokes poke out
in the rain
like anything else
scent of storm
I would swear it if you asked, there was a scent in the air today, of winter, of an impending storm, or is this my mind influencing my senses? the slight gray haze of a pubescent frost on my lawn, the still, the stillness of it all, little birds puffed up and huddled under the solar panels perched on my neighbor’s roof, I can see my breath with a pause, but there is some undercurrent there, a scent, a hint, almost like the pleasant aroma of burning logs, or slight sweet rot, but more faint, an invitation to imagination, a thumbprint of the coming front, I might say I feel it in my bones, but I do not, but ‘something’ is tipping me off, can I perceive the genesis of the coming falling flake frost? I would swear on it if you asked, but if tasked I can not perfectly put my finger on it as it is more an experience in sense… I just know, snow is coming, variety and shape not withstanding, but the pervasive gray pervades the day, permeates it, seeping into all seeing, shading everything, dimming the light, there are no clouds, just a mass, a oneness, not fearsome, not daunting, but a oneness just the same, so I wait, and enjoy the anticipation, I have been here before, winter is knocking (upon my door).
Note: and yes, there is some of that white stuff out there right now… that first snow, especially on a saturday night is a welcome sight, it calls back childhood and frolic, of course if this was monday morning I would be cursing the powers that be and the moron in front of me wearing a mask alone in their car, driving 20 mph on the clean highway with their hazards on… but, today is not that day… so I kick back, listen to some sweet ambient, bass kickin’ up underneath, the dog lounging on the bed, which will smell like wet dog tomorrow, but again… let that be tomorrow…
new years confessional
we are made to screw up.
so how do we aim to not screw up but know that we will screw up?
this does not mean we abdicate to the worst of our nature, I suppose that could be one strategy, but that would not benefit humanity, so, what to do?
Honestly I should have thought about this more years ago, or listened or read or … anything but carry on my own baggage like hooks in my flesh year to year. carrying guilt around does nothing for you, regret is a lighter cousin and perhaps a pool to reflect in, of course we all ‘know’ we can not change the past, but there is something about what is carved in stone that we can run our hands over, even aged by weather and years, those markers are still there, and will always be, but there is ever landscape evolving in front of us, so in this new year, go ahead and make some basic resolutions if you like, there is nor harm in that-
but-
forgive yourself for things you have done, if you can make amends to those affected, do so, whether they accept or not is up to them but make the effort, this does not absolve you but at least it opens the door to let light in, and that in the end is medicine for the soul…
Shades of My Garden 