Author Archives: ZQ
I taste food at dusk
I eat my meal in the light
by shadow of moon
Blue mussels cling rocks
Tide and moon are true lovers
Boiling for supper
Blue skies parting leaves
Green grass below aging feet
Balance beneath me
Blue birds sang in spring
Announcing flower trumpets
Shook summer to rise
Morning Glory blue
Summer’s last call before fall
Welcomes winter frost
The Bended Black Steel Arbor And The Morning Glory’s Vows [The Legend Of The Black Knight, from the Pine Cone Diaries]
“Oh, bended steel arbor, planted firmly in the ground… father of the black knight. You have stood staunch through frost and snow until, in soft ground, I am able to rise upon you —and grow. With spring rain into summer sunshine you courted me becoming my first and only love; supporting me to stretch, to trust my wanderings, betting on me to win, lose, or draw.
I will crawl up your season’s steel arbor. I will rise above your bended arch. I will cover you with the cloak of my groping summer hearts.
With vines entwined, we will drink the sun— and hide to spoon beneath the moon; until I rise, unable to stand, so drunk from this climb, you will let me gently fall; bending to blossom our true desires. They will be bright sky blue, reflecting the sea; with a sprinkling darkness of the sky before the rain. And, every morning from their center’s light, they will release —the captured vanilla moon.
They will stand staunch with the colors you expect in a parade. They will be a delightful explosion of blue and vanilla moon surprises. One maybe two— maybe some— sometimes maybe none, depending on the bees and the hummingbirds and how we are groomed. I will promise the birth of our black knight, in our season’s last bloom; expelling the sun for our love to take flight, fleeing from winter’s moon”.
Bended black steel arbor planted firmly in the ground, pleasantly listening to a dream, streaming by, of an upcoming meeting and the exchange; now, of his vows. He begins to rehearse again, as he has in all three seasons. When suddenly— she peers from the earth— arrives with blinking, sun sparkled green eyes.
Well! Without hesitation, the bended black steel arbor, planted firmly in the ground, breaks out in his sincere well-rehearsed vows.
“Oh, love of love in my gloom and despair,
My patience is resilient as thou art fair.
Cast my season’s dis-pleasures in late summer air.
You arrive before fall, in regal fashion flair;
Paling all colors, that frost will peak and fade.
I have stood tall waiting and staunch.
Stretch and climb onto me. No time to yawn!
Awaken into your destined place. Embrace me,
Climb onto me, for the delivery
Of our love’s, sweet morning glories.
Oh, love of love in my gloom and despair,
My patience is resilient as thou art fair.”
photos: Arbor: ZQ MGz: by Zeezee Ceecee
There are three trees in this two-acre yard. The one palm tree in the front yard stands near the sandy part of the lawn, standing alone. It offers little shade, keeping the sand warm. I take comfort for its resilience, reaching stunted bright green leaves above brown, in a September Florida sun.
Awakened with the morning light and heat, at sunrise and sleepless till’ midnight, are the other two; one tall, the other a strapping offspring evergreen. They provide shade throughout the day on an oasis of shade in the back yard.
Gator and snake are dancing
Depression is not the snake that crawls up your leg. It is the caterpillar you kiss, before you turn into a butterfly for a day ending in despair. Or you go flying around the world without reason or care. I wear goggles and always know where I keep my parachute. Smiles.
Moon through pines needles— shines my path through night.
Swaying black maple branches along the way— gives light in-between dark shadows. Without discrimination —and without apology.
Love is not something you look for and find— It is something you discover and keep to yourself— in the darkness of your heart teaching you, waiting for your understanding…
To wake up, unable to hold it anymore having to share your discovery —a spark from existence, so small yet so bright, mutual hearts burst from darkness into light.
Note:Unfortunately I have very little service to read other’s creative work. I’ve been on a writing retreat in Pine Lakes Florida in the mist of Hurricane Irma. Just got electricity after five days… town won’t take anything but cash all atm(s) are down Sporadic wi-fi— using the generosity of a friends limited hotspot. Trains have canceled my reservation back to the NH mountains 3 times. Send me lawyers, guns, and money. 🙂
Course old rope
Worn smooth in child’s hands
Seat of dreams
Jump gleefully into sand
Falling only twice
Watching the sun rise
Humming together in time
Our first meeting song
With our last jump long
Toes to Toes
Sunset’s breeze tuning our song
Rocking weathered swing
I want to thank Rall [rallentanda.blogspot.com] for introducing this poetic form to me….The Shadorma is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines. (sestet) with no set rhyme scheme. It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5. It can have many stanzas, as long as each follows the meter.
I was invited to an Art show that was painted
long before I was born—
Seven decades ago.
Its beauty was impressive.
Yet— I kept walking along
Smiling at each ornate frame, checking my watch,
flirting with my chaperone— waiting to go home.
History with all its beauty and faults
cannot survive without sharing its thoughts
—as they did on my evening’s drive home.
Drowsy with perception’s wine,
its indigestible sandwiches
sprinkled with beauty and awe
unable to personally imagine or to be explained.