It’s hard to believe, but we are now officially at the half way mark of the project… there have been some moments of fiery brilliance and I can’t wait to see where the second half of the years leads us. I am sure there are more far-out destinations hidden in the dark skirt of Friday night. But that’s for the future… let’s live in the now and take in the shimmer of Friday July 6. There is fire, there is propulsion and there is dancing…
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You knew that CFCs were bad
propellants
that hairspray could make us
inhabitants of a disastrous land
but there was the aluminum
recycled
possibly into planes
the walkable part
on the wing
mechanics checking
that it brought you to me
and our longing dispersed like the polymers.
AM
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CK
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Evening returns in the wet-
silver inward of a shell
reading the surge of tide
as it comes in over blue
mussel and purple limpet.
You are off dancing with it
down into its waters.
Breath comes off the heart
like wind off the ocean
no way but song to apprehend
such movement.
I interpret the swing of your
hips like a tern’s shrill cry
as it wings up into the unspoken.
Seeing you dance is the only music.
Such graceful acts make
me clutch my chest as if
you had flown from it.
GN
…there is propulsion and there is dancing…
onward!
Flu gone?
Not quite gone K, but going!
Congrats everyone on half way mark! That’s stellar stuff
The next half is looking bright already Ash!
that is a really beautiful poem graham, found my hand clutched over my heart too there, at the end
Thanks tipota. I am glad this resonated in the chambers of your heart.
I think that another banner day for FNL might be the one that occurs during my late August trip when I will be on the same continent, in the same time zone and, who knows? possibly the same post code as Graham and Cindy!
I can’t wait Ashley!!! Roll on QPF!!!
Wow…that last stanza really struck a cord with me.
Glad it stole the breath Charles,
that hairspray could make us
inhabitants of a disastrous land….ha..i just love it…and from yours..that last stanza…whew…
Thanks Claudia… the lights keep going from strength to strength!