
Sunrise In Lake Charles (May 22, 2017) — Images by kenne
Down On the Bayou
The cypress swamp around me wraps its spell,
With hushing sounds in moss-hung branches there,
Like congregations rustling down to prayer,
While Solitude, like some unsounded bell,
Hangs full of secrets that it cannot tell,
And leafy litanies on the humid air
Intone themselves, and on the tree-trunks bare
The scarlet lichen writes her rubrics well.
The cypress-knees take on them marvelous shapes
Of pygmy nuns, gnomes, goblins, witches, fays,
The vigorous vine the withered gum-tree drapes,
Across the oozy ground the rabbit plays,
The moccasin to jungle depths escapes,
And through the gloom the wild deer shyly gaze.
— Mary Ashley Townsend
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Sea Gull (Lake Charles, LA, May 2017) — Image by kenne
“Your whole body… is nothing more than your thought itself, in a form you can see.
Break the chains of your thought, and you break the chains of your body, too…”
— Richard Bach
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What? (A poem written while en route to a Lake Charles Casino, June 23, 2008. He’s the pool guy, she’s the gambler.)
More trucks in used car lots,
less on the freeway
Fewer at Starbucks,
but not at my icehouse
Fast traffic on the right,
slow on the left
Fire sales on
“mother” of Texas trucks
While I go on listening
to the sound machine
Bringing back memories
of the Double Bayou
Yellow buses grazing
under a cotton-ball sky
Arriving at the casino,
where all the SUV’s have gone
Wake me when it’s over,
for it’s a family affair
But, just remember
I ain’t your dude
So you can’t buy me with
a “Two-Step” lottery card
Make it a beer or two
at the pool-side bar
Times are different,
so continue lying to me
— kenne
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What? (A poem written while en route to a Lake Charles Casino, June 23, 2008. He’s the pool guy, she’s the gambler.)
More trucks in used car lots,
less on the freeway
Fewer at Starbucks,
but not at my icehouse
Fast traffic on the right,
slow on the left
Fire sales on
“mother” of Texas trucks
While I go on listening
to the sound machine
Bringing back memories
of the Double Bayou
Yellow buses grazing
under a cotton-ball sky
Arriving at the casino,
where all the SUV’s have gone
Wake me when it’s over,
for it’s a family affair
But, just remember
I ain’t your dude
So you can’t buy me with
a “Two-Step” lottery card
Make it a beer or two
at the pool-side bar
Times are different,
so continue lying to me
— kenne
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