LOVE POEM

 This is reworked/reposted

for DversePoetsPub

 Open Link Night # 9

Who, With detestable

Task...of

Pouring water from

flask...onto

ashes of a love

Which all but lost?

Who so charged

With nurture those

future Dreams...of

That love which

Words, Pictures,

mem'ries, Embossed?

Such profoundness--

Mindless, Soundless

--Lasts far more

than time's Eternity

 blest so with favor.

Two savored

til sated

abated

And life goes

As before rated...

Always and Forever

Graphic--Between two worlds 

--by Iardacil in DEVIANT ART

NOTE: I kept the old comments (from May 2011) because 
in my thinking, comments 'become' an integral part of the posting.
There are 18 such 'old' comments.

"SITTING AND THINKING IN FOURTH DIMENSION

 

THE SUN ALSO RISES

Being alone has its charm. I can just do what alcoholics can do best—sit and think!--grin! Actually, “sitting-and-thinking” is NOT the best place for an alcoholic. My thinking, my BEST thinking brought me all the way down to the bottom of the pit of my disease—alcoholism.

And so, here I am at 5 AM on a Tuesday morning—sitting and thinking. I am remembering those I have met along my rocky road working, learning, and living an AA way of life. Especially those who did not 'make it'. They were/are many. As I ponder this, it yet amazes me how many personally known suicides were a direct result of the anguish, the torment, all hope abandoned. At least 14 I can recall and name, since I stopped drinking. Any one of them could have been me.

I would have missed meeting with and knowing countless wonderful Peeps, and living countless wonderful experiences. Some of those whose paths and mine crossed are remembered fondly, but with wonder as to how are they? Moved away. Probably still sober, joyful, and freely happy.

One fellow I recall met with me every Saturday to go fishing in the intricately woven inland waterways which are everywhere here. That was during my Boating-Fishing Era. Don't even remember the circumstances of his leaving Naples—but it was NOT at the Sheriff's request.

Thousands of annual visitors to Naples return again and again to our AA meetings, but when they ARE absent, I do occasionally “sit-and-think” about them with fond memory and a prayer of thanks for letting us share some time and experiences.

I met once a lady who seemed to have lived much of the same life I had lived—drunk...then sober. We did walk a bit and talk a bit. She, a singer, asked me to play my violin. We chose a spot in a park, where I played Ave Maria, and she sang. One of those rare never-to-be-repeated-nor-forgotten moments, folded—not faded-- into banks of memory.

My wife I met in Alcoholics Anonymous--she had been sober 5 years. That was 20 years ago.

Sharing in sobriety is not simply giving and receiving. It frequently becomes a mutually spiritual connection between Peeps, which I had never, NEVER enjoyed prior to the gift of this, my second life!

One hour from now I'll go to my early morning AA meetings, full of gratitude for the gift God gave me, Alcoholics Anonymous, without which I would have died many, many years ago, because I was one of those helpless, hopeless ones, who at age 40, was given a second chance. Maybe I'll meet some soul, a stranger (but not really!), struggling with his own life in the bottle, wanting so strongly to climb out. And maybe, just maybe, we will help one another.......I'll sit for one more minute, and “think about that”--grin!

In LOVE and GRATITUDE. PEACE!

Steve E

the_day_the_sun_rising_by_tomsumartin-d388e2d
in DEVIANT ART

FOGGY DIMENSIONS

Only a few times each year water temperature of the 

Gulf of Mexico in Naples area is lower than 'normal'. 

The air above it is considerably warmer.
This creates--given certain other conditions--

a fast-rolling fog from the Gulf, which spreads inland 

in a fiercely threatening manner.

Once the fog is discovered 'out there',
it comes rolling in almost wildly,
silently blanketing the city within a few minutes.
Hurriedly.
Heavily.
Menacingly.
Frighteningly

This weather phenomenon turns afternoon bright into night, slowing traffic.
Lights appear everywhere. Some believe it is 'day-of-doom' upon us,
Lasting several hours,
Lifting when it is ready.
It seems driven by an intelligence which decides, and commands
"OK, let's move on out, Peeps!"

Today I was there as it happened. Tourists stopped in their path,
wondering aloud what is occurring. Other people appeared as non-humans,
walking suddenly slowly. It was as if time was crawling to a stop.
Eerie!
I experienced all this, with my own thought--of a blog possibility:

Of course, it looked like we were
living in another dimension
(maybe the fourth--grin?).
Spiritual were those minutes, that even leashed puppies feared.
Horses reared. It felt like either the end of something, or a begin.

And I saw in this somehow that Higher Power of which we speak.
The cloud by itself--powerless--fog being nothing more than wetness.
But it was felt. A force, a power which, as it fingered its way through
and among the people, each was touched--in whatever way.

The clouded shroud is expected to last through this night until 10 AM Wednesday. But the circumstances of which I have written
have now evolved into a familiar garden-variety fog

It is difficult to describe the wonderment of it all, as I observed nature
in one of its episodic moments, and response of we the people.

In all its countless dimensions, life IS good!
PEACE!

Florida_Fog_by_D_Ramalho

5 Cranes_in_the_Fog_by_juddpatterson

in

DEVIANT ART

MY FOURTH DIMENSION #1

NOTE: The following is not entirely true, but leads into following posts, which will explain how I came upon this blog-name, THE FOURTH DIMENSION. This first installment is...well, a reverie--during which I spent time gathering 'material' for the posts to follow. Thank you for being here.

Oh, did I name this blog Fourth Dimension? I meant Fourth Denomination! You see, my brain was in the planning stages of a new religion--always room for one more, right? Pretty soon, all us religions will be like the United States Congress. Everybody needs them but nobody LIKES them.

As of this moment--whenever that is--I am quelling the 'religion' idea. Heaven only knows (You heard me...HEAVEN!) there are enough of us charlatans around, enough bloody Holy Wars, enough "Kill them because they do not believe as I tell YOU to believe" thinking, rhymes with stinking.

OK, now that my error has been exposed, along with my ignorance--grin!--we may now become serious about this Fourth Dimension. The possibility of spaces with dimensions higher than three was first studied by mathematicians in early 19th century. These guys went to school BIG time. I had to do most of my study in the cool cavern of a tavern. In fact it was named Cool Cavern Tavern! And it was in that cool social environment, that atmosphere of 'higher learning' that I discovered the Fourth Dimension.

One day I found myself with nothing to do--just as all the other days. And so I tripped into the CCT (as we 'regulars' called the Cool Cavern Tavern!), ordered my adult libation, and well--a 'few' drinks and nine hours later, why...up on the roof was such a clatter, I ran through a large window to see what was the matter. I had forgotten that "where there's window...there's glass"! Next thing I knew, some--rhymes with 'glass-hole'--was slapping me in the face, mentioned something about my mother's ancestry and my fatherlessness.

Battered and bloodied I was, as he asked me the whereabouts of someone's wife--OH! ...HIS wife! Well, I might have told him, but I had a feeling he was not ready for truth absolute.

I recall him loudly referring to that scientific Fourth Dimension, guessed he was a scientist. He was yelling, "I'm going to beat your ass into the Fourth Dimension, you prick." (His words.)

During those hours prior to this unfortunate happening, I had enjoyed a scintillating Fourth Dimension experience, had ascertained it was not the same place to which he wished to 'send' me. I had existed in that place where time was not, and space was forever and more.

The next installment of this topic will appear at an explicit future date--I just do not know what date!

But soooon, Peeps (as we say in 4-D).