Changes

Michael storm“Changes”

A summer’s day when all of nature grins
turns vixen when the wind begins to blow.
Then all her shiny leaves fall in a spin
while in her waters lurk bold undertow.

When nature’s beauty turns from sprinkled rain
to monsters of intense, repeated roar
an angry, churning beast may cause us pain
as all our roots upturn from nature’s floor.

 
So slight the sound; that aftermath of storm.
A blanket smothers all the torn terrain
and silent lies the land; a sight forlorn;
and gray as potter’s clay she may remain.

Bold nature cries “No Mercy!” as she reigns
nor words to challenge who made such a change.

Echoes on Easter Island

 

“Echoes on Easter Island”

The silence as the clouds go rushing by
*across the treeless island’s bare terrain
where statues, mute, sit quiet in their clime
to worship, chant yet no one hears their claim.

Signs of their age show in their surface scowl
as muscles strain to move their burden forth.
Men grunt and stretch to transfer giant haul
with logs from trees that roll their statues north.

These silent icons speak of heaven’s hold.
Their antique voices echo from the past.
Harmonic crowds of angels have foretold
a tale of man’s redemption come at last.

They wail! These mighty icons pitch and lean
as mesmerized, they view their layered world;
their nights a holographic, starstruck scene.
What secret dreams has Rapa Nui hurled?

Now drop two stones in silent-surfaced pond
both circles formed may intermingle; die.
Below the surface, interference bonds
as spirit in the man has wings to fly.

That wisdom lies beneath the spreading wave;
encircles sound yet soul is not enslaved

*They say the islanders cut down all the trees on Easter Island so they could move their giant, carved heads to specific locations. They must have been waiting for rescue from another planet as the statues were placed strategically, on the island, as a kind of welcome sign for those coming from outer space to recognize their island as the place to land! The patterns set up on the island look like a kind of airport being readied for visitors from outer space. Reminds me of a modern-day movie,”Close Encounters of the Third Kind.”

 

The Hearing of Judge Kavanaugh

Salacious allegations now may seize
and rip Scalia’s spirit as it falls.
Inside, bold lies may bend us to our knees 
and rattle glass that shake these hallowed halls.
Lead voices at the hearing speak of law 
yet minutes into speech, a sentence shrill: 
malodorous, her laugh; demonic scowl: 
Her urgency grows stronger as she howls.
She reads from Weiner’s laptop: “There’s no cheer
but tempered with behavior not so nice.”
There’s yearbook nonsense, ice cube fights and beer 
unlike her Bill exempt from all his vice. 
The witch corroborates her vision’s haul:
she is that evil come this morn to call.

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