September Post: A Toast to Beauty

A Toast to Beauty

We were all

young then

and

looking fine, looking

so fine

and

aware of that,

almost mad

with

the knowledge of

so much

beauty

all around us

but not

quite

certain either if

it would

last

or how long.

Even then

getting

our first sense

of how

temporary

all that fine,

young, sexy

beauty

was and how

quickly gone

(but

only in retrospect

would we

realize

just how evanescent

it all

was

except for this

remaining inner

beauty

that still lights

our eyes

when

we talk or

share some

old

photograph or memory.

Here's to

past

beauty and to

present beauty

and

to all beauty

yet to come --

here's

to beauty

going on forever!

© Bob Loomis

09-24-2012

August Post: Summer Day Sequence

I

A baking day today

too hot to sit outside.

Even the shade's

too close to Hades. Just try

sitting for a while, letting

the heat envelope you.

Feels good at first

but soon you desire

ice water or tea.

Think I'll go hug the big red oak

and listen for secrets from 

its deep roots while the desert breeze

brushes its cool green foliage.

Time to make sure

the couch still works,

take a little test ride,

read a bit

until I slip into a nap

and dream of things

that hover later just

beyond remembering.

II

Whatever happened

to [insert any one

of too many names here]?

I used to see them

quite often. 

They've gone now

to wherever it is

we go at last,

George P. the most recently

departed. No more

coffee and conversation

at La Scala.

Ah, poets,

always dwelling on that

one last mystery,

worrying it

as a dog works at

a chew-toy

until finally

it's too tattered

to be of any use

except a wry smile.

"Hope to

See you when I get there."

III

I'm pretty much 

out of words lately

though Bev says 

"Hah! That'll be the day!"

Anyway, it's all been said

and better

by others too numerous

to mention

so I sit in the dusk

and sip chilled chardonnay,

play my flute, 

and give thanks for another day.

Doves answer

from a distant

telephone line.

Now that's sweet music!

Bob Loomis

08-18-2012/08-19-2012