Reflections

INTER-NET CONNECTION

I cherish the memories of the many weekends over the years of my childhood that my family spent in Grand Isle.  Before me and my brother and sister were old enough to surf-fish, we would play on the beach and in the shallower water near the shore of the Gulf, while our parents waded out into the sometimes waist-high water to cast their lines into the incoming surf with the hope of hooking something. …

Poetry

Moonshine

 

 

 

 

Last night I danced with the trees
When they stole away from their stance
And prayed in the forest with the stars all about!

A branch caught my small clothing
And I ran laughing naked
Til pausing in a field lit by a great white ball

Twas the moon looking down
Holding me sway in her gaze
She grew ever larger as I stared in her face

I could see my own naked shadow in her smile
Seeming larger from the distance
With edges all ablaze

Then turning to dew drop
I poured into the sky
And dived in the cup of the moon’s fluid face

 

tpt 8/19/2015…