A community of artists living and working on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada
Monday, April 30, 2012
Rainforest Soul: Prayer
Rainforest Soul: Prayer: The following is a prayer I wrote several years ago and has since been answered. I just came across this in my archives and it encourages m...
Monday, April 23, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Skate Board Dancer
On Salt Spring Island many wear leather hats,
Southwestern,
Broad brimmed, flamboyant, hand-made,
And each one uniquely appointed
With beads and feathers and bones.
A young woman, wearing such a hat,
With long hair, a vest,
A long full brown patterned cotton skirt,
Ruffled around the leather booted ankles
Sailed by as I hunched over a coffee
On Lower Ganges street.
She stood on a skate board serenely,
Utterly silent and unflustered
In perfect control down a busy sidewalk,
Her slender, graceful form
Swaying and bending as she steered
Her simple soft wheeled craft,
In a music box ballet
Passing pedestrians,
A superior being from another dimension,
Gracefully sailing safely
Accross a street
Busy with cars.
She was a soul of grace,
In her long ruffled dress,
Leather vest and hat,
electric,
No effort, no strain,
Drawn along by invisible magnets
Until she vanished.
She may have turned a corner
Or slipped through a time-space portal,
But she was gone.
My eyes
Follow her still.
~ poetry Charles Van Gorkom
Southwestern,
Broad brimmed, flamboyant, hand-made,
And each one uniquely appointed
With beads and feathers and bones.
A young woman, wearing such a hat,
With long hair, a vest,
A long full brown patterned cotton skirt,
Ruffled around the leather booted ankles
Sailed by as I hunched over a coffee
On Lower Ganges street.
She stood on a skate board serenely,
Utterly silent and unflustered
In perfect control down a busy sidewalk,
Her slender, graceful form
Swaying and bending as she steered
Her simple soft wheeled craft,
In a music box ballet
Passing pedestrians,
A superior being from another dimension,
Gracefully sailing safely
Accross a street
Busy with cars.
She was a soul of grace,
In her long ruffled dress,
Leather vest and hat,
electric,
No effort, no strain,
Drawn along by invisible magnets
Until she vanished.
She may have turned a corner
Or slipped through a time-space portal,
But she was gone.
My eyes
Follow her still.
~ poetry Charles Van Gorkom
Saturday, April 21, 2012
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