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.
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
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
Snowfall, a poem for winter
Snowfall
It powders down
onto the heads and shoulders
of men, houses, and horses,
whitens the teeth
of picket fences,
lathers the bristled faces
of Northern forests.
It boughs down
to the outstretched arms
of trees, tongues of children,
the folded wings of sleeping owls.
Confettis down
past millions
of living room, bedroom,
office, train windows,
seen and unseen.
Swirls down
in great silence,
eloquence;
with pure, hushing,
comforting presence.
©Colin Goedecke
January, 2014
by Central Park
New York City