No Geometry

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(c)Image June Perkins

The rain itself hath no geometry, no limits, no form, but it taketh on one form or another, according to the restrictions of its vessel. In the same way, the Holy Essence of the Lord God is boundless, immeasurable, but His graces and splendours become finite in the creatures…

-`Abdu’l-Baha, Selections From the Writings of `Abdu’l-Baha

For more see Nineteen Months

Hot Day Jazz

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Trumpet player – by June Perkins

Hot day like a trumpet blast
of melodic riffs that rise but
never quite fall;

each note finally dripping into
a sweat drop
going flip flop on
the pavement.

Overheated notes trying to
keep the jazz afloat
fingers that won’t stop
pushing the buttons
in the search for cool.

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Calling out for the cool change
seeking the release from the water key
brass melt away
hot day.

Trumpet make the people
rain dance
pump the pavement
with their call for cool.

(c) June Perkins

And now it’s time for the extended metaphor poem.  I’ve been looking forward to this one.

Song of Blue

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Light on Cardwell Ocean – June Perkins

She will play to me
Skipping a beat and finding a beat
All of the memories and the melodies of blue

She will sing the stories
Running up and down this town
She will sing of cyclones and
The rooves as they fell down

She will play to me
She will play to you
She will sing of me
And sing of you – she

She will play to me
Skipping a beat and finding a beat
All of the memories and the melodies of blue

She will sing of youths
Who died before their time
She will sing of Diggers and
How they lost their mates.

She will play to me
She will play to you
She will sing of me
And sing of you – she

She will play to me
Skipping a beat and finding a beat
All of the memories and the melodies of blue

She will take the drought
Turn it to a blue shout
She will sing of rain
Washing away the pain

She will play to me
She will play to you
She will sing of me
And sing of you- she

She will take the sorrow
That makes the artist whole
She will shake your tears
Into the song of blue

She will play to me
Skipping a beat and finding a beat
All of the memories and the melodies of blue.

By June Perkins

This has been sung as a lyric, sharing the words here for the first time on my blog.  May record it on sound cloud.