free verse musings
It was a long, arduous day with bristles
filled with paint to cover faded, nasty walls
painted a decade ago
with soft, fresh, light blue that compares
with most wondrous azure skies on a
late Southern Spring afternoon…
And thus, with coffee mug sitting on the mantel,
I began the task
of transforming this dismal room into something
clean, refreshed and wonderful.
Once finished, in late afternoon, I was tired
and blotted with blue from head to toe—
belly to butt—
yes, my dear,
I paint, in the nude….
My heads were aglow in azure’s delight…
But after a good hot, soapy shower
refreshed, invigorated and recharged
enough for a drink or two or three on my patio
situated ‘neath the ancient oak tree.
Hudson Baby Bourbon,
my drink of choice
on the rocks, filled my glass
and thus stoked my energy, and
rocked my poetic soul…
I sat upon ancient wickered chair
amidst cool Northwest winds that teased my hair.
Descending sun slumbered
above horizon’s crest.
Oh, How relaxed I was,
and such was the wonder of nature’s bliss
as I gazed upon
squirrels' acrobatics aloft in tree’s limbs.
at emergent leaves from oak’s branches--
life’s fledging greens against bluest skies.
And thus I sat, sated,
o're come with nature’s resplendent bliss,
by fire’s pit
and renewed by its warmth and bourbon’s fire.
And thus the evening fell upon my soul
as moon ascended Western ridges.
I was left with loneliness
and despair--it took my breath away.
yet found my breath
as I focused 'pon geraniums red glow.
The stalwarts upon the columns
providing boundary and definition ‘tween
life’s now and where I wish to be.
And where I wish to be…
Amongst the flowering leaves
and upon Cinquiterrian shores
where we’d swim during Sol’s brilliant rise.
‘Tis upon those ancient shores
where we’ll meld again and reaffirm our love.
24 April 2016