Poetry
Lovestrong
by Michael Wear
Ulysses was not a Handsome Man,
Though Eloquently he Waxed ...
And with gifted words held fast
The Heavenly Hearts of two,
Daughters of Zeus they were ...
Calypso, Queen of Witches,
Circe, Goddess of Magick ...
And Penelope, Dearest Wife,
For her his Heart did burn,
As she for his did Flame ...
Nor Spell, Nor Storm, Nor Peril,
Could part a Love as Great as theirs.
I For even the knees of gods do Quake,
At Power so Strong they Shake!
And Steel to Rust ...
Its Strength does Give,
As Stone to Sand Becomes,
By Teardrops shed from Longing-eyes,
Of Lovers Parted by the Fates.
DISENTRANCE
by Michael Wear
No-matter what the Bait,
The Hidden Hook…
Cuts just as deep!
To be Willing to Bleed,
Daring to Love Life,
Willing to Bare Death ...
And All to find Love,
Lost between the Lines.
From gilded tongues Fly
Powers of Persuasion.
Web-spun and guaranteed to Bind
Tender-hearts… to some View,
Along some Sticky-lines...
Merely an affected smile,
And playing a part ...
Without rancor in our Spirit.
An Adversary cunning to Deceive,
Reaches deeper into the Heart
Than a blade of steel,
Cold to the Core ...
To Disentrance ... Strange Blessing,
Yet welcome home, Anyway!
ALL ALONG THE SPINE OF THE SISKIYOUS
by Charles Carreon
It's a soft-focus night, moonless and mute.
Truck-light on the freeway
filters through gentle rain drifting
from the mountains,
cloaking the valley.
In the upper reaches of the valley,
a southward-running ridge,
a finger of forest reaching
into the drylands of California.
Winds stream by,
Stirring the tall trees,
Bearing a harvest of clouds.
To the north — coolness and moisture.
In the south — valleys filled with dry grass.
There is tension between the two.
They lie next to each other,
all along the spine of the Siskiyous,
everything touching, licking each other
with tongues of clouds.
In the morning,
The fruit of their love
is fresh-fallen snow.
by Michael Wear
Ulysses was not a Handsome Man,
Though Eloquently he Waxed ...
And with gifted words held fast
The Heavenly Hearts of two,
Daughters of Zeus they were ...
Calypso, Queen of Witches,
Circe, Goddess of Magick ...
And Penelope, Dearest Wife,
For her his Heart did burn,
As she for his did Flame ...
Nor Spell, Nor Storm, Nor Peril,
Could part a Love as Great as theirs.
I For even the knees of gods do Quake,
At Power so Strong they Shake!
And Steel to Rust ...
Its Strength does Give,
As Stone to Sand Becomes,
By Teardrops shed from Longing-eyes,
Of Lovers Parted by the Fates.
DISENTRANCE
by Michael Wear
No-matter what the Bait,
The Hidden Hook…
Cuts just as deep!
To be Willing to Bleed,
Daring to Love Life,
Willing to Bare Death ...
And All to find Love,
Lost between the Lines.
From gilded tongues Fly
Powers of Persuasion.
Web-spun and guaranteed to Bind
Tender-hearts… to some View,
Along some Sticky-lines...
Merely an affected smile,
And playing a part ...
Without rancor in our Spirit.
An Adversary cunning to Deceive,
Reaches deeper into the Heart
Than a blade of steel,
Cold to the Core ...
To Disentrance ... Strange Blessing,
Yet welcome home, Anyway!
ALL ALONG THE SPINE OF THE SISKIYOUS
by Charles Carreon
It's a soft-focus night, moonless and mute.
Truck-light on the freeway
filters through gentle rain drifting
from the mountains,
cloaking the valley.
In the upper reaches of the valley,
a southward-running ridge,
a finger of forest reaching
into the drylands of California.
Winds stream by,
Stirring the tall trees,
Bearing a harvest of clouds.
To the north — coolness and moisture.
In the south — valleys filled with dry grass.
There is tension between the two.
They lie next to each other,
all along the spine of the Siskiyous,
everything touching, licking each other
with tongues of clouds.
In the morning,
The fruit of their love
is fresh-fallen snow.