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

 

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

 

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

The Lady Smiled ~ a plein air poem for the Statue of Liberty & all things liberating

The Lady Smiled

 

               for Ute Dugan on becoming an American citizen

 

When you took your oath to life,

liberty and the pursuit of happiness

today, the statue

of the colossally copper-clad lady

standing since 1886

at New York’s door

with her sunlit torch of gold,

smiled. And as she smiled,

ships of all shapes

and sizes and ages,

especially ferries and tugs,

blew whistles and horns

sky-high and bass-low.

And bells on bicycles

and church towers,

from the Battery to Gramercy

rang clearly, and joyfully.

All to salute you

and your declaration of independence,

your pledge to pursue the possibilities

and great freedoms

that come with being an American;

that belong to us as citizens;

who, us among them, welcome you

today with broad stripes and bright stars.

 

 

 

Colin Goedecke

New York City

April 2007 

 

 

 

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

The Day to Spring - a plein air poem for the vernal equinox

The Day to Spring

 

                                          a poem for the spring equinox


It's The Day to Spring,

from winter's bare coil.

The Day for Self, 

and Nature,

to draw its longbowed

heart and sap back

and let fly,

freely,

swiftly,

vernally forth,

air to ground,

arrowing

with anticipation

into the marrow

of all newness,

all awakening,

all fullness.

 

  

Colin Goedecke

Central Park, New York

March 20, 2016

A Too-ra Loo-ra Day ~ a plein air poem for St. Patrick's Day

A Too-ra Loo-ra Day

                                                                                                                             

 

 

There's a glossy, moss-hatted leprechaun

smiling Irishly on the subway platform,

waiting to travel underground

(as all leprechauns do) up to Fifth Avenue,

where the street is paved

with red-headed men

and freckle-faced maids

and a St. Patty's parade

is in full swing;

the City a wild shamrock,

lilting with Danny boys and

sweet Kathleens

and people dressed

in every shade of Spring.

 

 

 

Colin Goedecke

New York City

March 17, 1998

Sea Cycle - a poem from the Coast of Tuscany

Sea Cycle

 

 

 

A man rides his bicycle

on the sea;

salt rubs the tires,

sun reflects on the soles

of his shoes

as he pedals

over starfish

and speckled crabs,

under seagulls

and threaded clouds,

past fishermen

and upright bathers -

until the pier,

where he turns left

and follows the sun down

over the horizon.

 

 

 

 

from The Speed of Sight

Colin Goedecke

Forte dei Marmi

October 1997