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
"Preserve Yourself" © Colin Goedecke
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
Have You Had Your Dark Nights ~ a plein air, plein peur, plein noir et lumiere poem
"Beware the Maw ~ in the Forest of There" © Colin Goedecke
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
"Stepping Into Your Nature" © Colin Goedecke
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
"Lake, Light & Floating Poet" © Ann Vellis
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
" nascent " © colin goedecke
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
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
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
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
The Road to Kaliskia ~ a plein air poem from Greece & the Aegean
The Road to Kaliskia
The ocher earth road
spools down, sails out,
plunges into sapphire,
into the swaying sea.
Marble-strewn coves
shelter solitary boats,
sun-blown branches,
slow-swimming bodies.
A lyre-wind
plays gently, lyrically
over the waters,
over the wonders.
Colin Goedecke
Kaliskia, Kea
The Cyclades
August 2012
Picnic in the Air ~ a plein air poem for summer
Picnic in the Air
Where gravity is suspended
by late-afternoon.
Leaving you free to picnic
or frolic past sunset,
moonset,
at any altitude you desire,
on deep cushions of air.
Round an awning-striped
tablecloth spread
weightlessly,
elegantly
with cold, blushing
bottles of wine,
hard and soft cheeses,
cow and goat
from France and Spain;
wildly crusty loaves
of bread, whose crumbs
drift off here and there
on the breeze
to feed peckish passing birds.
Wrinkled olives,
ripe berries,
sparkling water;
bubbling laughter
and languid pleasure
over the floating feast.
Colin Goedecke
Convent Station, New Jersey
July, 2016
Green Clouds ~ a plein air poem from the watery wilds of Alaska
Green Clouds
Green clouds
lie along the surface
of our coastal passage.
Clouds of conifers,
of Sitka spruce and cedar,
shore pine,
hemlock and alder;
that change shape by decades
instead of days;
by generations
of snow and light;
that share the shelter
of their deep-rooted solace
with the water,
the earth, the birds
and sometime-passing men.
Colin Goedecke
The Inside Passage, SE Alaska
July 2009