The Floating Poetry Broadcast ~ No. 5 ~ Going Journeying

The 5th in a weekly series of "Floating Poetry" live broadcasts…

…here on journeying.

By crescent moon and oil-lamp light. From Weekapaug, Rhode Island.

By the wandering sea.

A journey around the world and The Poetisphere.

Even a trip to the moon…

The Floating Poetry Broadcast ~ No. 4 ~ on Joy

The 4th "Floating Poetry" live weekly broadcast, on joy.

By heart-light. From Weekapaug, Rhode Island.

By the brilliant & buoyant sea.

A 25-minute voyage.

To places of inner & outer joyfulness…

The Floating Poetry Broadcast ~ No. 3. ~ on Possibility

The 3rd in a weekly series of live broadcasts by the Poet & Poetorialist Colin Goedecke...

… this by "Full Flower" moon-and-fire light from Weekapaug, Rhode Island.

…by the wild and gentle ocean.

An expansive 25-minute journey ~ Into places of inner and outer possibilities.

Places of reverie, harmony, and humanity.

A sharing of original, themed poems for the heart, mind and thirsting spirit.

The Floating Poetry Broadcast ~ No. 2 ~ on Gratitude

The second in a weekly series of live broadcasts…

…by moon-and-star light from Weekapaug, Rhode Island,

…by the deep and deeply healing ocean.

…a soothing 25-minute journey. Into Nature, life and self. Into places of outer and inner gratitude.

A chance to lean back and listen in to a handful of original, themed poems…

…to nourish the heart, mind and spirit.

Where Poetry and Health & Wellness Meet ~ a Public Radio Interview at Rider University, on the Poetic Arts as a Nurturing Source for Our Well-Being

Your Poet & Poetorialist on air, being interviewed on the connection between poetry and health. At Rider University's Health Studies Institute; on their weekly Health411 program. 

Here's the link ~ or cut & paste the url below

https://open.spotify.com/episode/30yrWf94BxsKgF6OmMSITI?si=aBVhia5gR4yZ2W_tUU_S9g

We discuss the view, and my direct experience, that the poetic arts can serve as a nurturing source for our larger well being, for our emotional, mental and spiritual bodies; for achieving not just mindfulness, but as I call it, “wholefulness," integration vs dis-integration of self. 

Parts of ourselves that need their own tending, care and feeding, and exercising, of a kind, to stay healthy. That in turn supports and enhances our physical wellness; our full(er) aliveness. 

The show is in four 11-minute segments, with a minute announcement between each segment. 

Beyond the animated conversing, with interviewer (neuroscientist) Dr. Jonathan Karp, it includes me reading live some of my poems, and features several beautifully musically-scored ones taken from my poetorials Peace~ability for the 2018 Winter Olympics, and Ultramarine for the America's Cup. 

Enjoy listening in, and musing on the conversation and stream of ideas. And freely sharing this post or links with others who may be interested in these words and thoughts ~ and poems. 

I'm available for other radio and podcast interviews on this and a range of topics, where poetry and other parts of our living and being intersect and offer us possibilities for greater aliveness, consciousness and inner and outer connection ...

~ C o l i n

A Day to Remember ~ a plein air, plein honneur poem for Memorial Day

A DAY TO REMEMBER

                                                                        for Memorial Day

 Yes, those who died 

serving their country.

But maybe, too, those 

who fought valiantly

for their own lives,

on their own lines

of fire. On fields 

of grave illnesses, 

fierce divorces,

falling fortunes.

Who entered their fray,

brave or scared. 

Who suffered, 

sometimes greatly. 

Were wounded,

sometimes fatally.

Survived but scarred

deeply, emotionally.        

People known to us,

and unknown. All worthy,

not solely of our remembering

but also of our silent

and spoken honoring.

For the courage

they summoned

in the face of the fearful;

the belief in self

and the power of possibility

they called on, or 

discovered. These unsung

we can choose to remember,

can raise a thought, a glass,

a large, feeling flag

of heart to,

this day.

Colin Goedecke 

On Memorial Day

Short Hills, New Jersey

May 27, 2019

Standing Still with the Sun ~ a plein air poem for the Winter Solstice

Standing Still with the Sun

          an ode to the Winter Solstice

Meteors are showering overhead

this Solstice night,

this nearly Cold Moon night;

deep wintering night.

The North Pole is turning

south again, to the echoes 

of centuries

of singing and feasting, 

fires and dancing;

sometimes with poetry

and pomegranates,

sometimes with bathing

in holy rivers; giving alms

to beggars and Brahmins. 

Round the death and rebirth

of the Light; 

round the last and next seasons

of the Earth. Sol sistere.

A night for the Sun and each soul 

to stand still. An invitation, to feel 

your sacred place, in Nature, 

your passage, through Time; 

the vital part you play in this Great Mystery,

in this endlessly curious, wildly

wondrous Journey.

Colin Goedecke

at the Winter Solstice

Morristown, New Jersey

December 21st, 2018

Have You Had Your Dark Nights ~ a plein air, plein peur, plein noir et lumiere poem

Have You Had Your Dark Nights


Of the soul.

Cave-dark,

bat-dark nights.

Times and places

of raw and

nameless,

sometimes

name-plated

fear; sheer, 

cliff-faced

anxiety. 

Fear of falling

into an abyss; 

into a maw:

swallowed

whole

into the belly

of a fierce,

unknown

beast.

And, despite

each starless

passage, 

each imagined

stroke of fate,

miscarriage

of your fortunes,

somehow,

somehow,

however barely,

unforseeably,

making it through ~

to the light

and the heart

of day; 

limbs intact.

Onto solid ground.

To the forgotten

safety of faith

~ in self,

and the never-

vanished bounty

shining away, 

inside and

all around you.


 

Colin Goedecke

August 2018
 

Declaring Your Independence ~ a plein air poem on the Country's Independence Day ~ July 4th

Declaring Your Independence

                                     on the Country’s Independence Day

On this day when we mark

with fireworks and picnics

the Country becoming 

wholly self-governing,

maybe it’s a day, 

an opportunity

to affirm or assent, ascend to 

our own free-handedness,

our fullest independence ~

of thought, of action;

of way of living, being 

in the world. The right

to freely choose our own way,

to naturally express 

our own feelings

among our own people,

all people.

Without fanfare, or fear  

of their histrionics,

censorings or polemics.

Maybe declaring this 

Self-rule; giving up

beholdenness ~ to

anything or anyone that

keeps us from growing,

keeps us from rising.

Including allegiance

to old beliefs,  

unserving loyalties 

~ and giving ourselves

these vital, radial liberties,

takes equal braveness ~ 

and even greater 

precedence.

Colin Goedecke

Morristown, New Jersey

July 4th, 2018

Bring Yourself to This Day ~ a plein air poem for the Summer Solstice

Bring Yourself to This Day

                                     for the Summer Solstice
 

This Solstice Day,

re-generous day.

Of new Summering,

good Naturing.

The sun so greatly

lengthening. 

The trees

so freely dancing,

in ever deeper,

ever greener ecstasies.

The clouds caressing

the open skies, 

and dotting the eyes

of sailors

and mountaineers,

painters and

sonneteers. 

The waters of lakes

and rivers, firths

and fjords, bays

and sounds, clear 

and mirroring.

Bring yourself,

your whole nature,

bodifully, 

spiritly ~

as bountifully,

to this day

of balance and

beauty,

dalliance

and euphony

between

the boundless

heavens and the

re-turning earth; 

with a lightening

heart and long,

lengthening breath.


 

Colin Goedecke

Morristown, New Jersey

June 21st, 2018

Mothers ~ a plein air, plein vie poem in celebration of those who brought us forth

M O T H E R S

                                                  for those who brought us forth

Mary Cassatt 

painted many of them.

So beautifully.

Juno and Gaia 

were two of 

more than a few 

bigger than life

figures: mythic

maternals,

likewise Venus

and Parvati.

But those 

of flesh 

and blood,

one and all,

they were

the ones 

who literally,

or as-if-ly,

birthed and

bathed and

fed us.

Did their best 

for us ~ the best

they knew how ~

as we began

to become.

Some have 

gone, yes, yet

never forgotten.

Some are

still here,

still tending;

to be endeared,

even revered;

others 

reverse-

mothered.

Some are newly

arriving

into maternity; 

discovering

its marvels,

its mysteries.

And we, 

whoever we are,

who came 

singing from and

through them,

can be glad,

can be grateful

they made 

something

so felicitous,

so utterly 

miraculous

possible.

Colin Goedecke

Morristown, New Jersey

May 13th, 2018

In a Drop ~ a plein air poem & meditation on our connection with nature

In a Drop

of saltwater,

you can see an ocean

blueing;

of rain,

you can hear blossoms

opening;

of wine,

you can taste a landscape

sunning;

of quicksilver,

you can scent weather

coming;

of ink,

you can touch a poet

dreaming;

of a tear,

you can feel your being

flowing.

Colin Goedecke

in the woodlands

of Morristown, New Jersey

March, 2017

Homo digitalis | Digital Man

Homo digitalis   /   Digital Man

Over-wired 

to the world.

Under-wired

to the heart.

E-volving 

and devolving.

Who lives yin-ly

and yang-ly, i.e.

actually

and virtually;

from restless

plugging in

to endless plugging up.

A curious species

both spacious 

and specious.

Man of this

progressively

Expressive-

Regressive,

time-lapsing

Moment.

Colin Goedecke

moving between cityside & countryside

March, 2017 

Into the Wild Green Wonder ~ a plein air poem & ode to another Spring

Into the Wild Green Wonder

                an Ode to Spring

Under Spring’s Wild Blue

Wonder we enter its new

and renewing Green.

Enchanting us round parks

and woodlands, ponds,

hillsides, meadowlands.

Awakening us

through all our years,

all the ages of earth,

all the pages of history,

poetry, mythology.

With its symphony

of daring colors. 

Its delicate flowering.

Its essencing 

of innocence; ecstasy

of purest presence.

Beckoning us

to fall once again 

into the wild green wonder

of its outstretched arms,

like forever young and

eager lovers. 

Colin Goedecke

in the Loantaka Woods

Morristown, New Jersey

March, 2017

Re: Birth ~ a plein air poem for our Spring Equinox

Re: Birth

            for our Spring Equinox(es)

First breath.

To last breath.

What flows between

is the reveling

and leveling

of living.

The many faces

and found graces

of loving.

The transcendental

moments ~

of great epiphanies,

deep ecstasies,

timeless memories.

The embodiments

of you becoming

even now

ever new,

ever free

to spring.

Colin Goedecke

on Braidburn Way

Morristown, New Jersey

March 20, 2017

Let There Be Lightness ~ a plein air poem for the Winter Solstice

Let There Be Lightness

                                      at the winter solstice

To dispel all darkness,

all heaviness.

Let there be waxing,

toward all things

lightening,

all things humanizing.

Let the world turn back

to itself anew;

the stopping sun

return back aglow;

hope burn hot

and bright

in eager hearts.

Let us, as Nature’s

creations, remember

its sacredness,

and bring to life

and each other

the great sparks of soul

that shoot and shimmer

within our earthliness.

Colin Goedecke

at The Loantaka Brook

Morristown, New Jersey

December 21st, 2016 

Dreaming in Chinese ~ a plein air poem & reverie

Dreaming in Chinese

It hasn’t happened yet.

But I wonder

what it would be like

to dream in Chinese.

Maybe induced by

the smoke of lapsang souchong

or fire of rice wine, mijiu.

Would I find myself

standing on a corner

in old Shanghai singing

a song to the moon

in Mandarin?

Buying a bright-throated bird

in the market, maybe

a hua mei to stroll with;

serenade my mornings.

Fishing for mottled carp

from a low wooden boat

on the Yangtze.

Dipping a brush to paint

a mountain landscape

disappearing into the mist.

Colin Goedecke

Convent Station, New Jersey

May, 2016

The Great Blue ~ a plein air poem for a heron on a summer pond

The Great Blue

           meditation on a great blue heron

I love his presence.

His absolute stillness;

aura of solitude,

sacredness.

His long-legged patience

in the wind-stirred pond.

Gracefully at one

with everything;

wholly attuned

to every moment, movement

above and below the surface.

His watchfulness, sureness

despite the drift of time

and summer clouds,

into the split-second

he spies and elegantly spears

a shining fish, 

and flies off

in his Great Blueness

to a nearby bank

of cattail grass

to feast, and rest.

Colin Goedecke

on Kitchell Pond

Loantaka Brook Reservation

Convent Station, NJ

July, 2016

Early Summer Morning, After Rain ~ a plein air poem for summertime in the City

Early Summer Morning, After Rain

Stepping into the city

after a nightlong rain,

onto cool, wet cobblestones.

Into full, floating scents

of moist earth,

thriving green leaves,

the lime-musk

of sycamore bark,

the pale perfume

of a run-wild rosebush.

Into quietly inviting feelings

of freshness, lushness.

Everything washed down,

washed clean;

every planting overspilling.

Past puddles

in the walking path

all clear and still,

like the reservoir

I circle softly round,

but for the ripple

of a bell

from an old churchtower

ringing

the morning hour

across the water.

Colin Goedecke

Central Park, New York  

July 5th, 2016

continue the (r)evolution ~ a plein air poem for our human species, our humankind

continue the (r)evolution

and (re)cognition, from

Homo habilis.

Able man

to

Homo erectus.

Standing man

to

Homo sapiens.

Knowing man

to truer, maybe sooner

inner glowing,

outer flowing

Homo animas.

Soul man.

Colin Goedecke

Convent Station, New Jersey

July, 2016