Preferred Company

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Most of the ones beaten down, do not look for the company of another king,

preferring instead a tall glass of beer, with a trusted

friend, some soft jazz playing,

and perhaps on a good day

reading a story of

the courageous

conquering

the sea.

    

It has always been that way.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

New Adventures

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I’m having a great time writing! I really enjoy this site and I’m so proud of the journey I’ve been taking. Thank you for being a wonderful part of it!

And yet the participation here has been waning, for a variety of reasons, including the summer lull. So I feel a need to stretch my wings, to get involved, and to discover new venues.

Many bloggers have gone to social media, and some have closed down their wordpress sites entirely. So this old guy is going to learn what he can (not knowing a thing) and hang out with people in a new way.

And believe it or not, I’m actually going to start up more blogs! The first new one will be a fiction only site. I love writing fiction but it takes a lot of time, so I will only post there once or twice a week.

After that there will be a music blog! Wahoo!

I will keep you posted. I’ll still be here on Ancient Skies, but maybe a little less.

Peace!

(The guitars are very loud here so please be careful)

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Of Wind and Confidence

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As ropes pulled on old wood

creaking,

giving way to canvas flaps

the wind folded, and filled

the sails.

The ship leaned

to the port side.

       

And she held his hand, and the railing with the other,

she thought there was such strength

in his heart, as her straw hat blew off, and fell

into the water, he didn’t miss a beat

covering her

with his baseball cap.

      

Smiling, he leaned over and kissed her lips

whispering “My reward?”.

as the ship sliced the waves,

they surrendered.

     

As he looked forward, she said,

“Go ahead sweetheart….I love to watch you in the wind…”

      

So as the man of her dreams stood in the bow

with his arms extended,

conquering worlds with his spirit free,

a smile appeared, covering her face.

       

She understood

what trusting was now,

and she was no longer afraid,

to live.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Departure

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A ship moving, plowing through the waves

the lifting of her calling, the bay lets go

sails snap to attention

forgetting the anchor,

there is only the horizon,

an ocean waiting

to receive her with

benevolent

waves.

A time of freedom

and expectation.

     

Another week is beginning. Are you ready for the open sea?

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Dad

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I still remember Dad, when we use to fish along the river, and how you loved the water. I love the water now a lot more than I used to, and if I had had the money back when, I would have bought you a boat.

Remember the baseball games Dad? Jim Palmer was pitching back then. Boog Powell, Davie Johnson, Mark Belanger, and Brooks Robinson on the infield. I can’t remember the outfield too well, except for Paul Blair. That guy was amazing, as he ran to catch the ball. It was the golden age of the Baltimore Orioles.

And we both loved fast cars. Did you know Dad, they make dragsters now for teens? Of course they have the engines behind the driver, for safety purposes.

And I still remember your favorite meal, roast beef sandwiches at the mall.

I wish you were still alive, Dad. I could sure use your advice right now.

Thanks for everything though. You know I miss you.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

On the Deck

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On the deck he fell asleep, gently rocked by the waves

he was dreaming of wings fluttering, the gentle speech of angels

in his ear. What were they saying in their heavenly language?

       

A seagull rudely burst into his dream, and his eyes squinted open

as the bird squawked for more food, the engines began to roar.

He realized he had been praying moments before,

and as he drifted off again, a voice very clearly spoke,

in the space between waking and sleeping, between

now and eternity, somewhere in the gray

clouds.

      

The voice said, “You can trust Me, even with this.”

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Emily on the Shore

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A Poem by Emily Dickinson

Note: In this poem the word “bark” is a type of sailing vessel, similar to a brigantine.

      

Whether my bark went down at sea,

Whether she met with gales,

Whether to isles enchanted

She bent her docile sails;

       

By what mystic mooring

She is held to-day,-

This is the errand of the eye

Out upon the bay.

        

Poetry by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Dreams of the Sea

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It was the racing yacht that jolted her memory. She knew she had been loved, that he loved the sea, and the thrill of racing. She could picture his face, or almost. As she rocked back and forth on the veranda, she remembered. She felt his arms around her as she took the helm, his breath on her neck, and whispering. They were very much in love. “Pull more to the starboard side.” He would say, as they turned the corner around the lighthouse.

They would spend entire weekends at sea, but not far from the shore. Dinner was always by candlelight, as they watched the lights along the coast. Dreaming, she suddenly felt like it was summer again, and they were off the coast of Maine. She spoke to herself, “What was his name??” She could not remember, and grew frustrated, so she dropped it.

“Mrs. Henderson?” She was jerked awake. “Mrs. Henderson, it’s time to come inside now.” The voice continued, “It’s too cold to be out here, and it’s almost suppertime…”  Julie Henderson was now ninety one, and the nursing home took good care of her. She often forgot things, and said out loud to the nurse, “What was his name???”

It wasn’t until she was in the dining room, and her plate was set before her that she thought about him again. She said out loud, “What was his name???” And suddenly she remembered. It was like a door or window opening, and she could see him clearly, and she knew. She yelled as loud as she could, “Jonathan!!” Tears streamed down her face, and she yelled his name again, “Jonathan!!”

She said in a whisper, “I will see you again sweetheart, very soon.” The tears of joy ceased, and she bowed her head slightly. By the time the nurse made it to her side, Julie Henderson was fast asleep. She was dreaming – of the sea.

        

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”