Brother and Sister
Hey Les
- just boiling here in L.A. all summer -- and it's still cooking. Thought I'd drop a couple more photos and some poems. My sister, Deb (Class of '74, married to Jack Beaulne , class of '72) was here visiting early July, so I've included a recent photo of myself with her. I've also included another two, one from the '70s in Africa , the other another time, another place. I sent a few poems, so I'll let you choose (if you so choose). Hope your summer was all that you hoped for. Take care.
All good things always,
Rick
Antithesis
Naiad emerges from river,
a gift of water in her wake;
wet clings to her bosom
while mayflies spirit the dawn,
their delicate transparent wings pursued
by two, perhaps three, long filaments
that shimmer morning.
From her lips, to sex the air with song,
a sweet purl flows and the forest listens,
I listen. Fluent in river talk, her rhetoric
as mellifluous as the waterfall she sings to.
Her presence is a lack of time,
never near,
never far. I hear
her cry for help and succumb, let her
mislead me through woods, past lakes
and fairy rings. I am obediently
lured by tears.
From my matrix of illusion
and forgetfulness, I tumble dream
shapes, trouble the truth
where I sleep with eyes open
in the house of Somnus, and the river
I hear is the gentle flow of Lethe nearby
where poppies bloom with other
drowsy herbs. Here, no cock crows
and twilight wraps all things in shadow—
river, me, a kiss from Naiad that almost
breaks into light.
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