This charming cottage inspired the writer – A Gift of Words What quiet cottage in these silent woods is this? white woolly blanket, covers it like a pashmina shawl trying to keep it warm and protected. I wonder if Snow White passed by or the Snow Queen cast a jealous spell all over? Some fine wine glasses tinker from time to time, amidst soft laughter,and I did hear the small thick logs crackle in the fireplace. Not far from the door I think I can see the table with a blue and white cloth, set for a special meal, a fresh aroma of hot roasted steaks stealthily escapes from tiny unseen crevices of the steel bound windows, which may keep the snow from falling in but not the appealing flavors from flying out. But all is so silent, no horses gallop nor oil burns in any carriage side lamps.No sledge moves. “Who goes by now ? “ O’ Mr Rabbit you are in such a hurry? Oh I see now you must be the special guest someone is waiting for”. Oh Yes,it’s a very important date, no time to say hello but I will, for you are all special friends too, so Hello, it’s the 4th, and a Sunday , hope the sun will shine, and the eggs are ready.
O Sea! I play for you, My song, by your shore, As waves ripple the rhythm Against my feet, I feel thy music too –
O Sea! I play for you, My tune of joy first, Then of pain, As you come again and again, To comfort me –
O Sea! The birds are with me, A flying choral, a symphony, We are one, In harmony –
O’ Poseidon! See how we grace thy place, how we project unity, in space, as sound and waves merge, In infinity.
In Response to John Law’s Art Work 2~ Boats
World is still, no life, Boats await new travellers, human animals.
In Response to Kerfe Roig’s ArtWork 2 ~ Alteration
O’Gracious Sovereign Gaia, O’Most Revered Terra Mater, Thy beauteous orb,its ring keeps Thy infinity like form manifests yet it grieves my soul to perceive thy altered countenance,thy surface plagued,pale ashen, foliage flora and fauna burnt, bowed with years, sore to the core, can no more lift the bodies broken,meshed-
What blight is on thy crust? What strange curse afflicts? Where have all the flowers gone?
Transformed into Hemlin thou art innocent laughter silenced on mount, not even a lame or a blind, What deadly powdered arms has cast you down? What color clash shrivelled growth, from bright to black, dessicated.
Oracles of Delphi ! Wise Athena ! Healer of Delos , Hear ye’, Fortune may favor yet, if yellow daisies be found. O ‘Gracious Gaia,countless woes that cause thee suffer,may still be cured.
So weaponless must thou be, free of racism, hatred and enemity, greed, lust and gluttony,thou must abandon, wage not war but peace.
Here on this very planet is the cure Raise thy hands to dig and throw Clean and wash the place to pure Blind to truth be not be, but know
You are being seen, repent, beg, be forgiven, surely be again,green.
What moons are these? Or are they some stars descended from celestial spheres, What birds perch here? all unmoving silent, resting, in your cool pristine aqueous Eden, silver white presence reflecting a glowing mosaic of fireflies, floating in the deep, beauty of nature, in perfect order, In sphericity uncoiled, no sharp stones no walls perceived, What strange snowy sweets, placed as gifts received, Know then the truth with the vast dark pall, Almighty Creator is the Greatest of All.