And the time flew merrily by like leaves in the June breeze
By Lew Jones
And the time flew & danced in merriment like new June leaves
New Summer, new river, glimmering starlight in the flowing aqua
Glowing fragrant lilting rosemary dew –colors soon explode into view
I looked for the night I waited for the stars- to hold life in a royal embrace
Where once a child grew another child flew into lonely Caulfield revelations
Walking down granddad’s Oakie Tex- Mex -street past brown skinned strangers
To hold love forever w/perfumed eyes drunk on life’s feathered apparitions
Hoping time would never end running down fortune’s wasp-flowered highway
Catalina, waits- a never-ending dream-an ocean island of warm benevolence
Arrayed in the luxury of tender safety to revive freedom’s dancing mirror
Dolphins race the sails in Pacific joy- Avalon glows distant in cool serenity
Memories of Victoria, Nimes, Port Townsend, Lucerne, Paris, Catalina wane
No one notices when you go away dreaming of sun & waltzing manta rays
Dancing & singing the cracker-jax blues with nothing to do & nothing to lose
Heartbreak fortune in a gambling town where the mouse always wins.
Lew Jones: Poetry is a way to use my fragmented foray of images as a narrative of some use.
I am a painter and now realize that much of my poetry is like painting with images
echoing words and sounds. Growing old I realize that all my new thoughts are
connected to my early thoughts. Academia was a long haul good and bad. I am
disorganized so College gave me structure to tie my ideas together with
constructs of legitimate poesy. I am currently trying new ways of writing after
releasing three books in 2022. Originality as a goal beats group acceptance for
me.