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

 

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

 

 

 

 

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

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