[Hastings]
Kevin, you focus on the force
that lacks demonstrative remorse
for all those suffering its course
as if there is a mindful will
ill tempered to restrict movement
that seeks procurement of one’s home.
Alone as single particles
we are weak before obstacles
that impose their needs upon us
And so we separately fuss –
a chaotic cacophony
in need of orchestration.
You present the consummate flow,
a well formed rampaging army
that shows you know true unity,
but powerful conformity
lies not in regimented flow.
It grows up from damp, dark, rich loam,
the thin regurgitated zone
of biomass past through brief days
of sunshine and wakeful choices
some of which voice hopeful displays
of strained tension to try to change
the parameters of free will,
but that’s a skill for future talks.
Now we speak of rain to explain
the timed movement of lives derived
from the Great Being’s rhythmic pulse.
Consult the collected results
of global rainfall’s benefit
and unbiased wit will submit
that most air born water plummets
to plop its liquid orbed essence
on already formed reservoirs.
Adding your rock-faced prominence,
we agree. The sea receives most.
Yet there’s a host of dirt dwellers
rooted to islands and continents
that from but twenty-nine percent
of Earth’s land to sea arrangement.
Here upon this small area,
without streams, forms an arena
where conformity twists to merge
diversity’s integrity
into melodious rhythms
that ebb and flow with subtitles
incongruous to rash trashing
of what sounded before fading
into new shades of harmony.
On this soil droplets toil
to leach through to reach sun-blocked depths.
Supple sliding molecules glide,
shifting to absorb all contours
before collecting to accept
an invite from milk white reaching
for conformity found in soup.
Minerals and elements dance
and romance in a watered world
less than a human tear revered
for its diverse ingredients
blended into a splendid broth
of cooperating unions
dissolved to resolve needed change
through transport by capillaries
to rearrange inorganics
in life sustaining primaries
that preceded bipedal antics
to breed the possibility
of actions of higher conscience.
Take oranges or watermelons,
consume your fill and soon your will
will address your deep urge to purge
the excess internal fluid
in which all functions make the switch
from matter to energy to move
our lives to consume and improve
or reprove high aspirations
to horde resources and money.
Funny how all must surrender
back the water that tracts through us
as we rush to flush thoughtlessly
the vendor of our life’s splendor.
The sun brightens and draws forth change
and prods atoms to rearrange,
but nothing moves without water,
the necessary medium
to alter basic conditions.
Its divergent path impregnates
more potential surrogates than
the mathematical short distance
rampaging over resistance.
I’ll take rain soaked, fertile, dark dirt
that works to convert elements
into living entanglements.
[Kevin]
Is she still my closest friend
or did I send her packing?
[Hastings]
She’s had to contend
with confusion and doubt
about her role in his death.
Rest assure, Shannon’s watchful caring
has kept her sharing her fearful visions
and the possible dark reasons for her decisions.
She wonders if she’s Twisting’s executioner.
She’s as troubled as you.
[Kevin]
Damn him anyway.
Whose to say what made that day.
Fortune’s hand stands pat
as we seek our safety’s
conformity to seize joy.
We toy with beliefs
that uncertainties make clear
that we persevere
when chance to enhance one’s fate
sow seeds that it’s not too late.
Her beauty; his pride —
She’d died in that contrived match.
Seduction hides truth.
Sweet whispers, fine words, soft lights,
tasteful delights that nourish,
Saturday-nights’ dates
feed sweet wishes for Sundays’
pleasant excursion
to botanical gardens
dressed in new life’s fine colors.
There to brunch lightly
inhaling floral fragrance
that slightly distracts
from any possible fact
that might attack conjured bliss
foiling toil
of his grand acquisition
gained with precision.
We met at a kids’ ball game,
a tame afternoon of fun,
for young boys and girls
five to seven to combine
eye to hand movements
that lets loose ball chasing frays
in coordinated play
when learning basics
for grand Tee-ball Saturdays
with displays of joy
and “oops”, goofs, bad throws and cheers.
Fears of embarrassment squashed
with encouragement
succeeds under strict intent
for high-tying scores.
[Hastings]
She told me how bold you were
to hold your own when fathers groaned
at your persistence that all players reached home
rendering games with high scores
that always ended in ties that bored
the paternal horde wishing for winners and losers.
[Kevin]
Accusers scammed to ram plans
through to undo harmony
with stupidity.
Sports are transports from duties
to displays of fun
to bring smiles to everyone
playing and those spectating.
Gained fame and riches
infuse gaiety with greed
to breed industry
for goods for profits obtained
from heroes to celebrate.
Daily drudgery’s
anguish needs to be defused
through infused good cheer.
Steer away from golden calves.
Have some simple playful fun.
[Hastings]
Compton would say you were naive
but kindhearted and not dumb,
that you would run as fast as you can
to expand your grand understanding of life,
but not heed the need to carefully see
the uniqueness of your beliefs and assertions.
Many, perhaps most, cannot toast
your wish to achieve utopian equilibrium.
Consider your own feelings with the same precision
as you do the world’s elation for division
into the haves and the have-nots that celebrate success
to achieve what others could not conceive
via natural talents gained from birth:
the powerful, muscular girth
granting selective athletes their worth;
the feminine beauty that catches the eye, or
the mental agility making learning remarkably easy.
All spied by the cunning sly economic magpie.
To Twisting, you were the have and he, the have-not.
I saw you with Bree.
It was easy to see her free spirit
dancing with your sunlit green leaves.
She was all for you; there was no other.
You were the lone tree in a vast field of grass
apart from the forest of men.
You felt the speciality of your singularity
and it was good.
[Kevin]
What say we make for
the nearest convenience store
and score some cheap bread
and spread my newly found cheer
among Hovering Feathers,
cove of hard rock cliffs.
You have never fed the gulls
that hover above
just out of reach patiently
suspended in frozen flight
like cordless bird-kites
waiting to receive morsels
of free sustenance
from human polluting hands,
destroyers of lands and seas.
If only I had
my photographic gear here
to open my eyes
to see life yet to be lost
to recorded memory.
[Hastings]
It’s all in the trunk.
I stopped by your place
and packed your gear just in case
you wanted to embrace
old ways from better days.
It would be grand to expand today’s events
to circumvent drudgery with creativity,
but we’ve been invited to Breezy Pasture.
Johnathan and Crystal were very firm
and almost forced me to confirm
our pledge to stay the night.
You’ve never been.
They would like to meet and greet you.
Shannon and Bree were there for a couple of days.
We’ll get our fill of saltwater sea spray
and then be on our way to Breezy Pasture
and partake of Crystal’s signature dish
of chili and cheese-macaroni with Johnathan’s fine wine.