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Poetry Again

I saw The Life of Pi in 3D and there was a scene that made me think of this poem I wrote in 1954 in San Diego:

The Bay 

We swam in the bay

on one of the nights of the phosphorescence

stirring the cold fire around us

shaking the essence of prophets

in finger lightening

at the sky

And everywhere the frightened fish

appealed to comets

in the sign language of falling stars

Reentering the world

on finless feet we stood a while

in clammy underwear

watching the night taking shape

falling into place

around us

And suddenly we all got dressed

because the hungry light of human skin

cannot succumb to sorcery

*****

Now I would like to paint the poem!  (In those days there were flying fish seen off La Jolla Cove.)

The Angel of Childhood

by JorieO, age 6

Hang In There!

I'll be back!!!

Once While in Canada...

...and they lived happily ever after!

Like the couple on the left.

These Thy Gifts

AMEN!

Monday was Beachin'

Santa Clara Point, Mission Beach

In Front of The Green Flash,
Pacific Beach

When Fall 'Leaves'...

...it says "Hello!"
and leaves me no where else to go.

Boulevard Art

Still trying to be Fauve-ish painting my friend Jean and her little pal Frida as they were one day a couple of years ago at an art sale in Mission Hills.