at the center

http://www.jkinteriordesign.co.uk/bathtubs-baths.htm

I remember my clawed foot bath tub
when I live in the old grounds keeper shack behind the church.
When the hot water spigot would no longer pass hot water,
I constructed a cascading fountain from the sink to the tub
out of tiered embossed frame aluminum serving trays.


http://www.homeclick.com/1/3/tiered-serving-tray


tilting trays across an aisle
filling in over cracking tile
Why did I build this route?
I only wanted a hand to pour the heat into
words transmorphed from emilie autumn "let the record show"

The technical things about riggers
is riggers and pulling the strings.
They furl out the sails of the frigate
and capture wind under wings.
They tie the ropes to guild the boats
on capricious winds.
The most important thing about riggers is
our voyage is in their hands.

Riggers are rugged from rope work.
Riggers stand sure on their feet.
They climb in the nets high above deck
as the wind cuts at their checks.

The technical things about riggers
is looping the rope across spools
dividing a foot of hard labor
by each loop involved in the pull
to lift the weight of heavy freight
on the other end!
The most wonderful thing about Riggers is
the cargo they suspend.

thanks
here's an old one I'm reposting for synergy


Wild Card September 21, 2007, 02:09:am

BATS!

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sitting at a tavern table,
I tilted back to shield my cards
I had a pair of sevens
with jack high and two discard

The dealer looked at me and frowned
as if she knew I had a pair
And flipped two pictures facing down
as I learned back upon my chair

I pulled the new cards to my hand
and tumbled back from double take
Sprawled on the floor, I checked again
One of the cards was completely blank

Thinking, “should I show my hand
and expose this rift in the game?”
How the blank had gotten in,
I would not be able to explain

I left the tavern early
I had to get away
I folded out my findings
and left the card in play

Edited by: Mizz at September 21, 2007, 11:43am


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traveling in June

the days are long and bright
and the light shows a road to ride upon
while we can sleep through short cool nights

Over the falls


Rapids rumbled over the ridge
yawning silent.
The waters slip through the thin wind
sparking sunlight
until the crash on craggy rocks.
A roar rises.

thanks

I don't get comments because I do not commrnt on others here

on occasion
if it is a poem
maybe

________________________________________________________

Here is one I wrote 22 years ago

I was sitting neath the shade of the apple tree
whose leaves were whispering to me
as no one else was around, I'm sure the tree
must have been addressing me

When along walks this girl
in golden curl
and a dress as blue as the sky
Oh, not that day
the sun had lain sick
grey wool covers pulled over its eye
The girl obviously was out to display
what she thought the weather should be that day

she looked upon me and blinked once or twice
missing moments in time in between
then she spoke

"Hello"

'Hello' thought I
why didn't she say 'Hi'?


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yo thanks


step over cracks with kept rhythm track
stop to step back to correct the list tack
gonna take a while when I make a half mile
switching up styles to finish that trial