Autumn always takes on a new flavor of life. Looking for a poem and an image in my vast collection of poems, course essays, watercolor paintings and photos can be overwhelming.
I looked so different through my 30, 40 and 50s. I was round and motherly sometimes with exceptionally long hair. Yet with a family to take care of I guess I did not worry so much about how I looked. I was healthy. A little depressed about my images but kind of happy how I look now which is much different and polished.
I was looking for a poem I wrote in 1989 entitled, The Rose that fell in love with the Owl. I thought about this poem due to my current discovery of two clusters in the constellation of Cassiopeia.
Caroline’s Rose or the White Rose Cluster and the Owl Cluster are in the same constellation of Cassiopeia. So, the poem popped into my mind. That is one thing I have learned in my old age. My mind is particularly good at holding on to things and analyzing information. I must admit it is a strange poem after typing it up and not reading it for close to 40 years.
The Rose That Fell in Love with The Owl.
The owl to the rose:
Come visit me if you can,
Don’t come if you can’t,
For I won’t be waiting for you,
And don’t be waiting for me.
For I don’t need you,
I don’t want you,
But if you do share yourself,
That is fine with me,
I’ll be happy either way.
For your happy, sexy, and warm,
Whether you’re with me or without me,
I’m happy, sexy, and warm,
Whether I’m with you or without you.
For we are two individuals,
I’m an owl and you are a rose,
When together or apart!
Any blending while together,
Is an experience from the heart,
For you care for me,
And I care for you,
But don’t want me,
And don’t wait for me,
For you are wanting to hold me,
Is like grasping ambiguously,
In the dark.
Watch my wings glimmer,
As I fly away.
And you’re needing to be with me,
Is only an illusionary warm spark.
The rose took a long gulp of air …
“I don’t want to desire or have any expectations for you,
So, don’t want or desire or have any expectations for me.
A great dream last night
Those best feelings
of hanging with your favorite band Touring as they were Family and friends were nearby Chris Bailey was sweet His lovely sly grin shone my wayas he looked at mea rich heavy Irish accent formed few words“I’ll see ya tomorrow!” I said.Adoringly glowing a depth of loveand mutual respectJohn and I left the band until tomorrow’s show. We walked by wavingAt Nathan Jones We walked by a
large window coffee shop on the Blvd. There Ed Kuepper sat alone. Having a cup of coffee and a smoke. Standing in front of a backstage club,I looked at the band’s list.Many names flew byUnder crew - stage
I saw Holly Cornell. John pointed it out Feeling a joy Only a favorite band could give ya We will be there early tomorrow. To help and see the band .
Feet steeping around In light purple tennis shoes Morning crisper than it was Cyprus tree tall as a tower Dark green tall I upward gaze Looking straight up Noticing the ivy that embraces the climb Wild element of the neighborhood Sadly, gardeners often slash off all the blossoms most times, yet not here Half a block overtaken by tall Cyprus And wild dark shiny green ivy Light greets angled points and blossoms Look up and stand still Wild order Sound of harmonic honey bees Everywhere Enthusiastic peace The humming bees As I gaze silently and listen A dark crow lands on the tip-top Upon towering Cyprus tree Gloria told me once “When the bird rests on the Tip-top of the Guest house At the Rosy Fellowship It will be a good day.”
Today I knocked An old gentleman Opened his door I thanked him for his Climbing ivy How he lets it blossom.
He told me he planned To cut it down Yet the branches were too thick He will not be Cutting the ivy down.
How happy we were I told him how the Sound of the bees Is a religious experience For me. He said “thank you: “For your kind words!”
I know the bees, humming birds And song birds as yellow as the sun Love the blossoming ivy.
My chapel is mutable Here the goddess be Humming and shining For all who take the time To hear, feel and see.
Would you could you
travel miles and miles
for delicious deep-fried
I wanna go to Castervile CA
and eat some deep-fried
with spicy mayonnaise.
Near the lovely coastal region
close to Moss Landing,
a fucking pint at The Whole Enchilada
with a shot of hot vodka
with my anniversary man.
Take a walk on the beach
Smell the garlic in the air
mixed with the salty smell of tide pools
under the earthy breaths of
golden-green eucalyptus trees.
Lovely multicolored Monarch butterfly
sweet bites of yellow-white
lemon margarine pie
Pacific Grove embraces
breathless roller coaster rides.
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