Hey groovy hip cats, welcome back to another edition of the Poetry Corner. For the regular crowd, you now the skinny and can kick back and sip the Gibsons and enjoy the show. For all the new cats who wandered down the broken stairway trying to catch the smooth vibe floating up from the dark doorway, you have entered the Corner.
Most times, when the boyos take a break between sets, we turn on the spotlight,drag out the stool and lay down some words. So order a cocktail, kick back and before you know it, the boyos will be done resting their fingers and head back in to lay down some more vibe. For now, let me spill a few words I strung together. This is a sestina, a recent poem of my own... you can find it in From the Dark Side Anthology and get a whole book of cool poems and short stories from some very talented writers for your Kindle, click here.
Veil
Standing at the edge of the balcony
looking across the beach, into the bay
seeking the coming of the white sail;
dancing across sand, the morning fog veils
the slender finger of the lonely pier
the blue water, a reflecting mirror.
I catch a glimpse of her through the mirror
beyond the railing of the balcony
she stands at the edge of the pier
pointing, looking outward across the bay
a parting of misty morning veil
revealing the white line of ship's sail.
I search past faded buildings, a sail,
shielding eyes from reflection mirror
breeze billowing lace curtain, a veil;
sun kissed kaleidoscope balcony,
hiding, blurring images of the bay
shadowing, illuminating the pier.
Blue water crashes white against the pier,
harvest sun blazes on far off sail
far, far out across the sheltering bay
the sun dogs dance across the blue mirror;
I step through, onto the rain washed balcony,
from moon to morning fog through the veil.
To eclipse the secret of the veil
to catch her at the far edge of the pier
standing at the edge of the balcony,
longing to touch the horizon sail
but she has gone through the rainbow mirror
dancing out of the fog into the bay.
The night is gone, far out into the bay,
searching, seeking beyond the dream veil,
tracing the lay lines of the mirror,
the way of the dream is gone from the pier
she is fading with the passing sail
I am washed out on the balcony
She has faded from the pier, from the bay
gone with the sail, behind the veil
from the balcony, lost in the mirror.
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