The Web Poetry Corner
The Web Poetry Corner
Fred J. Calef (III)
of
Quincy, MA, US
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Feeding You Strawberries
by
Fred J. Calef (III)
In a poorly lit room
me sitting in a chair
you sitting on a pillow
on the floor
lean back tilting
your head into
my lap supported by
my hand at the back
of your neck
careful to have
removed the stem
let you
sample the juicy
strawberry skin then
pull back slow
watch your eyes
open but remain reclined
waiting for me to lower it
once again into
your open mouth
I do and
you are full
Shaolin & Tree
by
Fred J. Calef (III)
- Deep in the known forest
- Stands Tree
- Resilient, enduring
- Watching over the forest
- ever observing
- absorbing the knowledge
- That passes under the limbs
- Flies through the air
- Swirls around the roots
- Sensitive to the temperature and pressure
- of the undergrowth and canopy
- Passing through the foliage
- Walks Shao-lin
- Rippling, fluid
- Feeling the energy in the forest
- ever harnessing
- its strength
- ever exploiting
- its weakness
- Conscious of the change
- with every leaf crushed
- Twig snapped
- Animal hunted
- At times nasty
- Shao-lin rakes its claws deep into Trees trunk
- Or chews on Tree's limbs
- Tree will mischievously shake a sleeping Shao-lin from a limb
- At times kind
- Shao-lin tells Tree about the places beyond the forest
- Tree will shade Shao-lin from the sun and lay down
- a blanket of soft leaves
- At times pondering
- Tree will try to move and stalk prey
- Shao-lin will stand still and watch the forest breath with life
- Once in awhile
- Eagle glides over their wide eyes and limbs
- That night
- Shao-lin & Tree will dream
- of flying
Dream of the White Turtle
by
Fred J. Calef (III)
Taken from the womb of beach sand
Directly into the sterile scientific world
To see if you could remember
The place of your origin
For fun
The scientists put you into a plastic poison
A PVC nightmare of tubes, pods,
Vents and portals self consuming
Held in this white dessicated pool of forced salinity
Your shell has grown white from lack of natural contact
They pull you from your 'home'
Efficiently drag you through
The narrow hallways scraping your fins
Down stairwells and through too thin doorways
And place you into another watery sarcophagas
This one is monitored for every variable
Of 'natural' change
As they pour sand and sea
From your birthing ground
Through a pinholed vent
They are attentive to the gauges
For changes in temperature, pressure, motion
Anything to prove thier prophecies<
But besides a few futile attempts
To tear through the grate
They ignore the change in salinity...
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