Emerge vault
From out the Great Northwest Woods
Catapult my spirit
Through the portals and space
Leap like frogs and kangaroos
Rocket like a complex gadget
Based on the sciences of rubber bands and springs
Launch like one of those
Antique tops of the 19th Century
Surprisingly ingenious for its day
Spring like a gymnast, an acrobat
Using a trampoline to defy gravity
Playfully reaching for the ceiling
Like a pantomime being an eagle
Ballet stepper going up for the dunk
Hearing Jimi Hendrix as anthem
Excuse me while I kiss the sky
The glee more important
Than the aerodynamics of vectors and kinesology
Oh put my soul
On display for all the world to see
The dramatic act of escaping the earth's cling
Certainly much more important
Than the final scores of the judges
Even if it is a perfect 10 at the Olympics
Oh much more
Soar
Emerge vault
From out the Great Northwest Woods
Catapault my spirit
Through the portals of time and space
For Sketches
Denis J. Kelly
February 29, 2012
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Old St. Jean, Young Pierre and Sister Mary Anastasia
Where are the folks
Who would inhabit my daydreams
Like Old St. Jean rustic painter
Young Pierre gardener poet
And Sister Mary Anastasia teacher extraordinaire
Where are the folks
Who could coax from out middle school boys
The more creative siblings
To Confusion anger and embarassment
Draw them out and nurture them
Like curiosity passion and self-awareness
Send them to the good fathers of prep schools
Graduate them from primary to secondary grades
Really initiate the rocket of their verve
Toward careers as students fathers lovers and friends
To be worth their weight in loyalty
Able to shoulder their responsibilities
To serve and serve well
While paying attention to their own spirit
To be able to render to their sisters
And their brothers of the spirit
A personality showing
Assistance leadership and achievement
Where are the folks
Who would inhabit my daydreams
Like Old St. Jean rustic painter
Young Pierre gardener poet
And Sister Mary Anastasia teacher extraordinaire
For Sketches
Denis J. Kelly
February 29, 2012
Who would inhabit my daydreams
Like Old St. Jean rustic painter
Young Pierre gardener poet
And Sister Mary Anastasia teacher extraordinaire
Where are the folks
Who could coax from out middle school boys
The more creative siblings
To Confusion anger and embarassment
Draw them out and nurture them
Like curiosity passion and self-awareness
Send them to the good fathers of prep schools
Graduate them from primary to secondary grades
Really initiate the rocket of their verve
Toward careers as students fathers lovers and friends
To be worth their weight in loyalty
Able to shoulder their responsibilities
To serve and serve well
While paying attention to their own spirit
To be able to render to their sisters
And their brothers of the spirit
A personality showing
Assistance leadership and achievement
Where are the folks
Who would inhabit my daydreams
Like Old St. Jean rustic painter
Young Pierre gardener poet
And Sister Mary Anastasia teacher extraordinaire
For Sketches
Denis J. Kelly
February 29, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Oh, Rest My Weary Bones
Oh, rest my weary bones
On this simple house porch
This patio overlooking
A mile away at least
Lake Washington
Watch for activity out on the lake
Mantra that cares and worries
Are like so many passengers
On the jets overhead
Heading away
Like so many boats
Passing out on the lake
The distance between there and here
Sufficient to render silent
Their speed
Their power
Their noise
Quietly I can see their movement
They take their journey
To Forgottenville
So long
Their inevitable trip
To Nowhereberg
Bye Bye
Oh rest my weary bones
On this simple house porch
This patio overlooking
A mile away at least
Lake Washington
For Sketches
Denis J. Kelly
Feb. 8, 2012
On this simple house porch
This patio overlooking
A mile away at least
Lake Washington
Watch for activity out on the lake
Mantra that cares and worries
Are like so many passengers
On the jets overhead
Heading away
Like so many boats
Passing out on the lake
The distance between there and here
Sufficient to render silent
Their speed
Their power
Their noise
Quietly I can see their movement
They take their journey
To Forgottenville
So long
Their inevitable trip
To Nowhereberg
Bye Bye
Oh rest my weary bones
On this simple house porch
This patio overlooking
A mile away at least
Lake Washington
For Sketches
Denis J. Kelly
Feb. 8, 2012
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