steep
nobody goes in snows the way furry freaks do
hipping and hopping through the quick pines
leapin’ off the peaks to pop up in the sweet air
orange sunshine avowed, a cloud porpoise with steamy breath
tubbed in a snowy bowl
cold cotton newfall, rubbing it in their hair, snorfling and rolling to slide far down the hill
over the edge of the mountain and the granite goes by in a flash
floof! the deepest of the deep they live for centuries down there
the plumes of special blue cold dancing for the next storm
so quiet so snow forest quiet underneath the full moon
til they come singin’! singing down through trees
shaking the deep off, toes flexing on frozen ice waterfalls
and whooping! mad red faces pushing faster ever faster
leaping down the trees and shushing off white walls
naked! and cold! and alive! and still moving
hot water
Porpoises on Orange Sunshine – misting the windows with hot mammal breath! High as Kites, they still have the sense not to leap off frusen glädjé promontories like the humans seem to enjoy doing!
I’m held rapt for the moment by a travelogue – a leisurely ferry ride up the western coast of Norway – all the way to Finnmark – well north of the Arctic Circle. What a beautiful country! What a beautiful people!
Comment on January 27, 2013 @ 3:58 pm
attention poets and wordsmiths and any one else up to a challenge:
see this link
http://io9.com/5977086/this-upgoerfive-about-saturn-and-its-moons-is-a-truly-beautiful-thing
Comment on January 28, 2013 @ 6:44 am
Kinda cool!
I love that ‘spooky’ picture of Saturn!
The Original:
Macbeth: Whence is that knocking?
How is’t with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes.
Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas in incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
One possible Up-goer Five approved version:
Mr. Macbeth: Where is that knocking coming from?
How is it with me when every noise scares me?
What hands are these? They pull out my eyes!
Will all great water-body god’s water wipe this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather turn the many waters the color of blood.
Making the green one red.
Well, the Bard wasn’t writing for pre-schoolers I guess!
Comment on January 28, 2013 @ 10:29 am
Here’s the description of Planet and Sky: a Love Story:
My play set to music is about a new world with strange life that dreams a story. The dream tells how the world met its sky and they fall in love. Tiny life comes from far away and runs into the new world and grows up. Then the world dies and the sky goes away because the world is too small. People find out how to fix the world and they are all happy in the end.
Maybe I’ve found a way to describe it without my audience’s eyes glazing over!
Comment on January 28, 2013 @ 10:35 am
Cat-eyes – much thanks for the link to upgoerfive. Now I want to re-package this thing as a children’s story. Might be my natural audience. Grownups have this problem with there needing to be a point.
Comment on January 28, 2013 @ 11:24 am
Thought you all would enjoy the link. nice work.
Comment on January 28, 2013 @ 11:25 am