(reply to Half Moon)

Billowing shades from a moon lite evening,
share the grace to make me whole,
partly full from a night of satisfaction,
partly empty from a yearning for more,
I think I've fallen somewhere inbetween.

Half Moon

At 4am I awoke
to a vision of light
through a bamboo shade,
the half moon illuminating
the early morning dark.
Taken by its beauty,
I thought of you
and wished that you,too,
were awake
with the beauty of this moon
and a thought of me.

Starlight In Her Eyes

As he enter his spirit cave
the flame of a candle guides his way,
As it flickers in the gentle darkness
he wonders what artist left these
icons along the western walls.

Meandering further to the bedrock
he crosses a deep stream
and cast his fingers into the cool waters.
He finds a smooth stone
once rough but worn by the eons.
There is sorrow for the sightless creatures
that inhabit a sunless life
that never know a shadow
in a shadowless world.

A bat wing suddenly brushes against the candle
crushing out the flame leaving a curtain of darkness;
yet a sliver of light remains.
He discovers it must be the starlight in her eyes
who is standing next to him.
She is the artist.
He reaches into his pocket finding another match
comforted by this thought.

(from my pirate)

The Sea Side of Things

I forget myself sometimes
think I can say anything
carelessly share
the most fleeting of thoughts.
Don't take me too seriously
I change like tides,
in turn, ten foot swells
encroaching on the shoreline
then retreating to reveal shells
and seaglass rubbed smooth
in tossing sand.

Sharing Jim Jobe again....

I like this too much not to post it. I can taste it.
Thanks Jim.






Cool Melon

The morning, delicious
like cool melon, sweeps
the rich valley in a breath
of fresh delight. Wake now!
Your life is cool melon
to start the day. Your soul
is a sweet, honeyed tea.

James Lee Jobe

The Only Morning - James Lee Jobe

Sunlight, cool and blue, kisses
the Sierra Mountains to the east.
Night sneaks away to the west
like a thief easing into a shadow.
There is no morning but this one.

Sweet, all of life seems a whistle,
a long fine note, cool and blue.
My life is a song, melodic,
uplifting, and glorious.
There is no morning but this one.

There is no tomorrow, no sin,
no repercussions; only light.
What a joy it is to be alive
in this body, holding this world!
There is no morning but this one.

James Lee Jobe


Once again and often, I am touched, both by what Jim writes and by what he chooses to post.

what you bring me

we meet
stripped of
the details
of everyday life,
sharing
secret space,
taking with us
what we brought
(and a smile),
the simple beauty
of this world.

Grey

(words from my captain)

Skies are grey, birds have flown to return another day,
asphalt nourishes the ice which clings for its cold remains,
we seek another day with sunlight, yet we wait,
the boat is harboured, lashed to it to dock,
wind still brings the north wind, and tides brush the chilly shore,
drip, drip, drip, brings a foggy night,

but,

cheers are around the north side of the mossy tree,
clear skies are pushing from the south,
a bird's song is heard in the distance,
it brings a rose bud about to bloom,
cherish the day, for Spring is coming to us.