Vincent Lowry's Blog, page 12

Sun swirling smiles
Holes of hearts
Let us dive together
And find rest where the seeds spring forth

Bloom again if you must
Or take a pass and find Venus's veil
Whipping beind the chariot
In streams of dreams

The night within
Calls all who receive the eagle's letter,
Clenched with arrows and forgotten
Promises...nested in a place
pealed away with laughs.

Does Poseidon ever drink from his salted embrace?

Feet hidden in balmy sand
Hands protecting a camera’s fragile eye
I gaze at the primary target of my evening

A night ocean wheel
Spinning, halting, spinning
An illuminated circle perched at pier’s edge

Visual music flows from flashing colors
Brilliant red signaling triumph
Deep blue speaking secrets

Turning with ease
Lowering and raising passengers
Casting fantastic spells with each camera shot

For it is magic
Just to look and marvel
An ocean’s lighted splendor

A DJ on the radio said
he saw a picture of his kid
in the early years of the boy's life and
thought, "When did that happen?"

He said his kid was now going to college.

Is it possible for me to avoid that fate?
To see my son in these young years and lock the memory for future use?
Perhaps two decades down the line, when I see a picture, reverse the seasons long since past, and say, "Yes, it happened. I captured and lived every moment of it."

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there.

-Vince

If you were to pick one song
from the days long since past,
one piece of your generation,
what would you choose?

What does it remind you of?
Was it prom, the date that didn't meet
your youth's expectations?

Was it a melody you heard in your car
come day in and day out at the time.
Then suddenly vanished as the the world grew younger?

Was it a heartbreak?
A moment cemented in sadness by
another careless with love?

Perhaps it was just a song that stuck in your head,
at first dismissed as nonsense,
then, years later, refreshed as something new and original.

Let me give you mine.
I'll bury it with my memory:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLYBK8...

He won't remember it.
Waves reaching, then retracting.
Seagulls on a hunt. Locals jogging with headphones. Tourists trapping the moment with cameras. Surfers rising and dipping in a watery dream.

Years later I could tell him about the ice cream I bought.
How he refused to try it at first. Vanilla. Ice hard at the beginning, then mushy as the sun did its work.

I could telll him how he enjoyed the treat just as much as the pier. Where a carousel greeted him. And an arcade stole his heart. Pinball. Air hockey. A taxi video game where I pressed on the pedal and let him steer as he sat in my lap.

I'd reminise how he cried. How he loved that pier and didn't want to leave. Running away. Yelling. Forcing me to carry him for a good five minutes. A safe distance from the games.

And when the tears dried, and his composure restored, he asked when he'd return. Tomorrow? Could he go straight to the pier and skip the beach? Could he play more games?

It's strange how memory works.
The best moments I'll carry of my son's life
will be submerged far in his subconscious...
existing like those surfers.

Rising and dipping a watery dream.


(c) 2011 by Vincent Lowry

Find your cause
Water to soothe parched throats
Blankets to thwart December’s winds
Baseball gloves to catch young dreams

Destroy cynicism at every open door
Let the knowledge that you gave
Be reason enough
To share your soul with humanity




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I feel the spark in your touch
As your hand finds mine
On this swirling evening of constellations
And fused possibilities.
If from a limitless universe we are born,
Let us unite with the infinite again,
Bursting with the colors of our dance,
Finding meaning in our brief existence.



(c) 2011 by Vincent Lowry

Before I forget,
I want to take a small slice
out of this peculiar thunderous day
to wish you the best

this final inch of the year.
Let your eyes absorb
Winter’s wonder
as you gaze at a squirrel

carving tracks in untouched powder.
May the scent of pinecones,
nature’s purest perfume,
follow your nose as your

hands feel unwrapped presents
in stores where bells and paper snowflakes
dangle from beams and vents.
For your ears, I’ll spare overplayed

jingles and replace them with
a song that brings you home—
smoothing the edges of yesterday
with memory’s forgiving iron.

As I wish you these thoughts,
a December double-rainbow arcs
just beyond my window.
Perhaps this paints the picture

in a way my words cannot touch.
Brilliant colors spilling across the sky.
It’s an unwrapped present
given freely, equally to all.


A Holiday Rainbow © 2010 by Vincent Lowry

A purple moon
Betrays no emotion
From its veiled sky
Of night and disarray

Through fate’s door,
Thrust against will,
A wolf embarks
On the strangest of journeys

In this land,
The wind has banished
Scents from its
Back

The earth has
Swept clean
Trails and paths
From its face

And the sky
Has drowned
All stars
In their navigational seas

Disorder stands
Upright,
Its oily boots atop
The graves of laws and vows

A violet crescent outlines
The wolf’s new home,
A thousand horizons
Hiding an ocean of searching souls


A Thousand Horizons (c) 2010 by Vincent Lowry