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perhapsimdreamingGoldenGate Bridge 2011
"Chrysopylae"(Golden Gate):A song for Choir
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A golden reach
A dream to unite
To connect that
Which was separated
6,700 ft apart
The vision of towers, cables
Construction, precision
Was deemed: impossible.
But dreams will rise
And reach their mark
As sure as a reaching hand
Grasps another: a bond of life
Reaching cables, tremendous towers
Suspended in air,
Bound by forces unchanging
Crowned with layers upon layers of
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My hands in front; A Dance, Spring 2012
This narrow path to life involves
Me reaching out my hands in front
In the dark
And feeling for his nail-pierced ones
To lead me inch by inch
Til fear, beating in my blood,
Flies, finally, out the trap door
Grace fashioned
Out of the emptiness
That used to flood my heart.
So, I grasp those arms
With desperate thankfulness
And I'm swept up,
First in the kind of embrace
That only ends in more love
And then in a dance
That never will end
Even if the music stopped
Even if each star fell from the heavens
For the best kind of love
Is fear chasing love
Love and I- we will keep dancing.
Summer Wind Poem 2012, Inspired by Hammock
Easy, Breezy, Bountiful:
Streams of winds in trees
Swarms of acoustical swirls in the air
Sound like grass skirts on wild women
Twirling with rain sticks
The wide-eyed winds
Collect themselves
For a crescendo of rejuvenation
And then silence,
Like lovers who have exhausted
Their love-making
And exhaled ecstasy
To the four winds
And all the while
Light's rich embers
Burn
Each bending tree
With brilliant, cascading color
Rushing through each leaf
Like liquid amber
While the intensity of
Sapphire blue
Backdrops this dance
With so handsome a
Reverence
That the sinking sun
Settles finally
Her resonant song
And Dusk begins her low hum
To the sounds of these
Grass skirts and lovers
She runs her fingers
Through each tree, bush and flower
Til night's canopy
Envelopes each desire
And carries her away
On the wings
Of the winds
________________________
Another Wind Poem, June, 2012
Wordless winds of adoration
Trees of luscious exhalation
Stream
Over a semi-conscious earth
A world at rest from labor
The ebb and flow
A breath
With arms full of gladness
Branches sway
And allow the invisible rivers
To ravish them
Green and blue grasses
Shiver with excitement below
While black birds dart
Through lightening fast currents
But my hammock sways gently
And my eyes wink carelessly
As I watch
My harvest cloths dry on the line,
Blowing arms and legs in the breeze,
Singing:
"To everything there is a season,
And a time to every purpose under the heaven"
________________________________
Three Words- Fall 2012
Three words made
Three earthquakes
In the four chambers
Of my heart
And in the rapture of each aftershock
I lye upon my bed
With galaxy in hand
Unable to form word or thought
Breathing unmetered patterns
Of ecstatic air
My poet’s words resounding
Over and over
As a rolling tide
And I am capsized by his passion
And I am drown under his verse
For three words have tied me
To his vigorous heart
And I cannot respond
For I have sunk deep beneath the waves
Of a love more true than I have ever known
Of a love that has captured my heart
_________________________
My thoughts are crowded
And I go in different directions
Like cross-streets of New York
In rush hour traffic
But my feelings are buried
As an anchor beneath the waves
And I cannot distinguish their cry
From the choppy current
I have a memory of happiness
In a locket hanging on my heart
A picture of us holding hands
But it will not open
Adonai I cry, I have wronged you?
How can the crooked be made straight?
____________________________________
New poem: A Song of Resilience, inspired by Madama Buttterfly 2012
A Song of Resilience
Resilience resounds in my spirit
Like the tide crashing in succession
Against the shore:
Quanto cielo, quanto fior!
And my joy resembles
The fourth of July sparkling
Atop a valley of vision.
Who can stand against the giants,
Who seem fashioned For my personal demise?
Who can weather the hurricane
And avalanche that come
When one feels weakest?
No one can stand and no one can weather
And yet I look at the colors of my garden
And the health of the vines and see
That the favor of grace has kept my seed
For being choked, stolen, or eaten
And my Great Protector has been my shield
Has been my re-newer,
Has been my help
I feast my thankful eyes upon
The results of His faithful intervention
The golden flowers ripening in the sun,
The warm winds swirling through
New fruit budding in strong trees...
There is nothing my hand alone could have fashioned
That could have added a hue of color
A degree of growth,
Any amount of goodness.
To you be the glory and the power
Forever and ever, Amen!
Let us walk in our garden
In the cool of the day
And rejoice:
Volgi te mira le cose che ti son care!
__________________________________________
"Chrysopylae"(Golden Gate):A song for Choir
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69%,(M): Magenta
100%, Y: (Yellow)
6% (K ): Black
A golden reach
A dream to unite
To connect that
Which was separated
6,700 ft apart
The vision of towers, cables
Construction, precision
Was deemed: impossible.
But dreams will rise
And reach their mark
As sure as a reaching hand
Grasps another: a bond of life
Reaching cables, tremendous towers
Suspended in air,
Bound by forces unchanging
Crowned with layers upon layers of
0%,(C):Cyan)
69%,(M): Magenta
100%, Y: (Yellow)
6% (K ): Black
My hands in front; A Dance, Spring 2012
This narrow path to life involves
Me reaching out my hands in front
In the dark
And feeling for his nail-pierced ones
To lead me inch by inch
Til fear, beating in my blood,
Flies, finally, out the trap door
Grace fashioned
Out of the emptiness
That used to flood my heart.
So, I grasp those arms
With desperate thankfulness
And I'm swept up,
First in the kind of embrace
That only ends in more love
And then in a dance
That never will end
Even if the music stopped
Even if each star fell from the heavens
For the best kind of love
Is fear chasing love
Love and I- we will keep dancing.
Summer Wind Poem 2012, Inspired by Hammock
Easy, Breezy, Bountiful:
Streams of winds in trees
Swarms of acoustical swirls in the air
Sound like grass skirts on wild women
Twirling with rain sticks
The wide-eyed winds
Collect themselves
For a crescendo of rejuvenation
And then silence,
Like lovers who have exhausted
Their love-making
And exhaled ecstasy
To the four winds
And all the while
Light's rich embers
Burn
Each bending tree
With brilliant, cascading color
Rushing through each leaf
Like liquid amber
While the intensity of
Sapphire blue
Backdrops this dance
With so handsome a
Reverence
That the sinking sun
Settles finally
Her resonant song
And Dusk begins her low hum
To the sounds of these
Grass skirts and lovers
She runs her fingers
Through each tree, bush and flower
Til night's canopy
Envelopes each desire
And carries her away
On the wings
Of the winds
________________________
Another Wind Poem, June, 2012
Wordless winds of adoration
Trees of luscious exhalation
Stream
Over a semi-conscious earth
A world at rest from labor
The ebb and flow
A breath
With arms full of gladness
Branches sway
And allow the invisible rivers
To ravish them
Green and blue grasses
Shiver with excitement below
While black birds dart
Through lightening fast currents
But my hammock sways gently
And my eyes wink carelessly
As I watch
My harvest cloths dry on the line,
Blowing arms and legs in the breeze,
Singing:
"To everything there is a season,
And a time to every purpose under the heaven"
________________________________
Three Words- Fall 2012
Three words made
Three earthquakes
In the four chambers
Of my heart
And in the rapture of each aftershock
I lye upon my bed
With galaxy in hand
Unable to form word or thought
Breathing unmetered patterns
Of ecstatic air
My poet’s words resounding
Over and over
As a rolling tide
And I am capsized by his passion
And I am drown under his verse
For three words have tied me
To his vigorous heart
And I cannot respond
For I have sunk deep beneath the waves
Of a love more true than I have ever known
Of a love that has captured my heart
_________________________
My thoughts are crowded
And I go in different directions
Like cross-streets of New York
In rush hour traffic
But my feelings are buried
As an anchor beneath the waves
And I cannot distinguish their cry
From the choppy current
I have a memory of happiness
In a locket hanging on my heart
A picture of us holding hands
But it will not open
Adonai I cry, I have wronged you?
How can the crooked be made straight?
____________________________________
New poem: A Song of Resilience, inspired by Madama Buttterfly 2012
A Song of Resilience
Resilience resounds in my spirit
Like the tide crashing in succession
Against the shore:
Quanto cielo, quanto fior!
And my joy resembles
The fourth of July sparkling
Atop a valley of vision.
Who can stand against the giants,
Who seem fashioned For my personal demise?
Who can weather the hurricane
And avalanche that come
When one feels weakest?
No one can stand and no one can weather
And yet I look at the colors of my garden
And the health of the vines and see
That the favor of grace has kept my seed
For being choked, stolen, or eaten
And my Great Protector has been my shield
Has been my re-newer,
Has been my help
I feast my thankful eyes upon
The results of His faithful intervention
The golden flowers ripening in the sun,
The warm winds swirling through
New fruit budding in strong trees...
There is nothing my hand alone could have fashioned
That could have added a hue of color
A degree of growth,
Any amount of goodness.
To you be the glory and the power
Forever and ever, Amen!
Let us walk in our garden
In the cool of the day
And rejoice:
Volgi te mira le cose che ti son care!
__________________________________________
