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…
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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 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 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.
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
"Where Shooting Stars Are" © Colin Goedecke
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
" 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
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
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
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
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
Let the Fireworks Begin
The star showers.
The wild flowerings.
The palm trees and peonies,
dahlias, chrysanthemums
of high-flying light;
The waterfalls
of sparks, colors.
The bright night-burnings
embering down
into dark.
The flashes
and shimmers
of earth-flung comets,
bracelets, diadems.
The rocketing arcs
you follow with wide-open eyes,
almost held-breath,
till you ohh and aah
from the outbursts
of silver and gold;
emerald, rose, rare blue.
Feel the ensuing booms
reverberate in your belly
as you lie face-to-sky
on a wide-spread blanket
easy and cozy with friends.
And savor all ~
amid the dangling spangles,
and wizzing, crackling,
whistling sounds ~
with innocent wonder.
Through the last fanfare:
the blazing, rousing finale;
the applause,
the drifting clouds
of smoke and contented crowds.
Colin Goedecke
Morristown, New Jersey
July 4th, 2016
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
Klimt in His Garden
for Jasper Krabbé at his 2007 New York Opening,
on a painting of the painter Gustav Klimt
He moves in a moonlength robe
through an evening green garden
of quietude; with hidden feet
that touch the muted grass and moss;
his figure almost afloat
under the first blooms
faint and soon fragrant
on the branches over his silent head
and soft beard, without thought
of brushes or canvases,
only this moment
savoring the poetry
of a Spring night
in his garden.
© Colin Goedecke
In Chelsea, New York City
March, 2007