Showing posts with label family nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family nature. Show all posts

Saturday, February 10, 2018

a blizzard of needles


watching the snow
out our side window
a blizzard of needles
tiny little daggers
whizzing on by
as we drive homeward
down the highway
up here in Maine
so like the sandstorm
that attack me mercilessly
the sand the needles
that ate my flesh

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February 10, 2018
a blizzard of needles

driving on Rte 95 south of Houlton, ME
2/10/18
&
edited February 10, 2018
The Wind off the Ocean – v2
2/9/2010
The Wind off the Ocean
Gay Head Beach,
Aquinnah,
Martha’s Vineyard, MA
1996, after Hurricane Eduardo

All of my poems, photographs, and videos are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, and 2017. All rights are reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for usage. See all 46,230 of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

memories, family nature, imagination, senses, sight, Raymond A. Foss, Poetry Where You Live, Martha’s Vineyard, touch, texture, sand, wind, water, Hurricane Eduardo, Gay Head, Aquinnah,  poem, snow,

#memories #family #nature #imagination #senses #sight #PoetryWhereYouLive #MarthasVineyard #touch #texture #sand #water #HurricaneEduardo #poetry #poem #GayHead #Aquinnah #snow

The Wind off the Ocean – v2


The wind off the ocean
after the hurricane, the maelstrom,
Like pumice in the air
like glass shard
sand eating my flesh.

Turning away,
from the sting of the missiles
like tiny daggers
the fine particles
pushed by the wind.

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edited February 10, 2018
The Wind off the Ocean – v2

2/9/2010
The Wind off the Ocean
Gay Head Beach,
Aquinnah,
Martha’s Vineyard, MA
1996, after Hurricane Eduardo

All of my poems, photographs, and videos are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, and 2017. All rights are reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for usage. See all 46,230 of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

memories, family nature, imagination, senses, sight, Raymond A. Foss, Poetry Where You Live, Martha’s Vineyard, touch, texture, sand, wind, water, Hurricane Eduardo, Gay Head, Aquinnah,  poem

#memories #family #nature #imagination #senses #sight #PoetryWhereYouLive #MarthasVineyard #touch #texture #sand #water #HurricaneEduardo #poetry #poem #GayHead #Aquinnah

Wednesday, September 09, 2015

peace under the stones – v4

under their names
the dates of their lives
the markers in the ground
the memory of them

is there peace under the stones
when they laid their bodies down
when their struggles of life are over
for all of them now

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edited September 9, 2015
peace under the stones – v4
(editing first version)
October 8, 2012
Is there peace under the stones
October 8, 2012
peace under the stones – v3
October 8, 2012
peace under the stones – v2
October 8, 2012
peace under the stones
&
edited April 25, 2015
Home Again – v2
edited April 25, 2015
Ashes – v2
edited April 25, 2015
Home Again – v2
edited April 23, 2015
Your final resting place – v2
Edited October 2, 2012
“Your final resting place”
inspired by readings at Poets’ Corner
monthly poetry reading,
at the Suncook Senior Center
October 1, 2012
& earlier poem
May 31, 2008
“Where Your Ashes Lay”
&
new poem February 11, 2014
Where you are scattered
March 2, 2001
“Ashes”
March 2, 2001
“Home Again”


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 39,190+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Monday, October 08, 2012

Is there peace under the stones


we casually wish peace
we say rest in peace
when someone dies
we speak of passing away
of going to the other side
of ascending to heaven
our hope inside

is there peace under the stones
the words we say a prayer
yet if we believe
they are not there
they have ascended on eagle’s wings
sitting in mansions in the sky



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October 8, 2012
inspired by readings at Poets’ Corner
monthly poetry reading,
at the Suncook Senior Center
October 1, 2012


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,400+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

peace under the stones – v3


under their names
the dates of their lives
the markers in the ground
is there peace under the stones
when they laid their bodies down
is there peace, or something else,
is there life remaining
when the bodies are laid down
in the giving ground
under their markers



====
October 8, 2012
inspired by readings at Poets’ Corner
monthly poetry reading,
at the Suncook Senior Center
October 1, 2012


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,400+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

peace under the stones – v2


under their names
the dates of their lives
the markers in the ground
is there peace under the stones
when they laid their bodies down
is there peace, or oblivion,
is there life remaining
when the bodies are laid down
in the cold wet ground
under the slate or marble



====
October 8, 2012
inspired by readings at Poets’ Corner
monthly poetry reading,
at the Suncook Senior Center
October 1, 2012


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,400+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

peace under the stones


under their names
the dates of their lives
the markers in the ground
is there peace under the stones
when they laid their bodies down



====
October 8, 2012
inspired by readings at Poets’ Corner
monthly poetry reading,
at the Suncook Senior Center
October 1, 2012


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,400+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.


Thursday, June 14, 2012

The Words Obscured

the names, their history
the words obscured
fungus, age, weather
in the church yard
ancient text hidden
of lives that were lived
forgotten, enduring
the stones all there is



June 14, 2012
gravestones in Portsmouth, NH
Candia, NH
and on Martha’s Vineyard, MA


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage.
See all 18,720+ of my poems at Poetry Where You Live.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

The Wind off the Ocean

The wind off the ocean
after the hurricane
Like pumice in the air
eating my skin

Turning away,
from the sting of the missiles
the fine particles
pushed by the wind


2/9/2010
The Wind off the Ocean
Gay Head Beach,
Aquinnah,
Martha’s Vineyard, MA
1996, after Hurricane Eduardo

All of my poems, photographs, and videos are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, and 2017. All rights are reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for usage. See all 46,230 of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

memories, family nature, imagination, senses, sight, Raymond A. Foss, Poetry Where You Live, Martha’s Vineyard, touch, texture, sand, wind, water, Hurricane Eduardo,

#memories #family #nature #imagination #senses #sight #PoetryWhereYouLive #MarthasVineyard #touch #texture #sand #wind #water #HurricaneEduardo #poetry #poem

Bleached Gray

The cottages barren
stripped of pretense
no pain, no stain
protecting them from the sun
the wind, the waves
the salt air bleaching
the rough hewn boards
bleached to gray

Out in the elements
the waves and the wind storms
out in the bay
away from the shore
the dune, the sand changing
wiped clean of the my presence
the footfalls evaporating
in the shifting sands


2/9/2010
on Nantucket, MA
and on Martha’s Vineyard, MA


Copyright by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010
Contact me at Ray Foss
for usage.

The Cold Stones

The cold stones
warmed by the sun
the lichen and moss
calling me to touch
the masks of death
the weeping willows,
the words of the faithful
written into the stones

Entering the grounds
hallowed by the centuries
the lives of so many
cataloged, laid down
the markers of the people
long dead and buried
but calling to us
to walk righteously


2/9/2010
gravestones in Portsmouth, NH
and on Martha’s Vineyard, MA


Copyright by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010
Contact me at Ray Foss
for usage.

The Face of Death

The mask, the image
the face of death before me
etched into the stone
preserved for a time
the name of the faithful
buried beneath them
row after row
of the dead below ground


2/9/2010
gravestones in Portsmouth, NH
and on Martha’s Vineyard, MA


Copyright by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010
Contact me at Ray Foss
for usage.