Liquid Mirror

Flight

2007-08-01T18:26:00.000-07:00

Flight

Screaming over the liquid mirror

gliding over infinity

hoping and fearing the water's edge.

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Haiku Interlude

Wading through the grass

hip deep in the nodding heads

all dew and dust now

dawn and dirt and dew

and bright days begun anew

dusk and dust and death

beating feathered wings

screaming over a mirror

landing on the shore

holding baited breath

waiting on the next moment

releasing tension

Go Green or Go Home

2007-07-14T17:24:00.000-07:00

Local, city, county, state and the federal governments should be first to "go green." Politicians should not be elected to public office unless they agree to convert every government building and vehicle to renewable energy. There are at least three reasons why this should be so.

When all levels of government are taken into account, they control 40% of the economy. With that kind of economic incentive anyone who wants to sell to the government will hasten to meet the demands of its largest single buyer. Government will no longer have to pass laws to enforce cafe standards for instance. Rather the Government will simply tell auto companies, we want to replace our fleet of vehicles but will not buy anything that does get at least 50 mpg if it is gasoline based, or it must be a hybrid, or it must be fueled with renewable fuels.

Another reason Government should go green first is national security. Part of every oil dollar paid for Middle Eastern oil goes directly into the pocket of terrorists. If we convert to renewable fuels that we control, we defund terrorism and protect ourselves simultaneously.

Yet another reason to heed Al Gore’s clarion call on global warming is economic security. OPEC can not ruin our economy if we convert to renewable fuels that we control.

And finally, suppose Gore is right? When anyone hypes anything as much as AL Gore hypes global warming, I have my doubts. But I can’t see what is harmed by going green so why not? The military is doing some research on alternative and renewable energy. Whoever is the next president of the United States should institute a “Go Green or Go Home” policy for the military. Those who come up with energy saving devices or methods as well as those who implement alternative or renewable fuels should rise quickly through the ranks. Those who don’t should be encouraged to seek employment elsewhere. As resourceful as marines are, for instance, I would bet they could make surprising advances in fueling everything from jeeps to an entire base through alternative means if left to their own devices. The military has through it’s contractors developed the most effective weapons in the world. If this same level of effort is turned toward greening the military we will be a safer, more secure, and more independent nation. We will create new jobs and industries and the air and water will get cleaner as a benefit.

Poetry

2007-06-24T08:03:00.000-07:00

4 June 2007

After the storm, my mind cleared.

And a high wind arose and blew the tropics north.

running quartz crystals through a blender.

sand through your engines.

bubbles in your bays.

estuaries reaching out toward forbidden seas…

sand through your eyes.

5 June 2007

Calm as baby’s breath

as peaceful as the storm’s eye

Clouds spread and drawn with rough strokes of stratospheric winds

a warm and windy tropical day.

7 June 2007

Black water at dusk.

Lighting on the horizon.

Warm winds coming in across the darkening waters.

A flash of white wings as an egret takes flight.

And Thunder like God clearing his throat.

8 June 2007

Morning star in the still of the clear, dark waters.

a sky as clear eyed as a young girl.

bruised and tattered storm remnants limp off in the gathering light.

9 June 2007

Tickled her fancy.

giggling all the day long.

pretty good for a Saturday.

Clouds on the lake floating aimlessly by.

She smiled big–grinned really.

12 JUne 2007

A silver sky

ripe for the mirror.

you can not see yourself in this mirror

you can only see others

moreover, you can only see what others choose to expose.

Their houses, their boats, their sea-doos.

Birds skimming low over the water could

like as not

see them selves if they were to look down

as they skim low over the water

but they never do.

Rather they allow their reflections to chase them

quick and sharp over the still, glistening waters

while the bird’s mind remains ever fixed on

food, or other birds, or escaping those damn noisy humans.

A dense forest impenetrable as a gaze.

13 JUne 2007

Like angry bee’s eyes

the metal screen seen through the bamboo blinds.

A million insects dot the lake spreading micro ripples

14 June 2007

Of Fly Catchers and hidden lakes.

Of sleeping lizards and morning dew.

It is of birdsong and misty dawns

and fleeced clouds floating in a still pool.

The waters ripple awake in the gathering morn.

The first water birds head out for the far shore.

20 June 2007

A garden of elephant ears.

A lake of light.

A furrowed sky.

Warm air, tinged with the coolness of a passing shower.

A swath of short green swords with serrated edges.

22 JUne 2007

Of Stone Poets and shattered wooden quays.

Bolts of clay and carpets of mud.

Footholds on pyrrhic shores.

Fusillades of futilty and wars of choice.

23 June 2007

Wind and water.

Stone glass and stone poets.

Air plants and sudden acts of Feng Shui.

24 June 2007

Seaparate ponds like a string of pearls gleaming in the twilight.

The ages of man, the lovers of a lifetime

bright and shiny thoughts flickering like little fires banked against the great dark.

The toothy smiles of a pretty woman or two.

Events and ages the like of which will not be seen again.

Liquid Mirror: Waiting On the New Moon

2007-02-18T07:19:00.000-08:00

Liquid Mirror: Waiting on the New MoonBy Michael Skinner

Slipping past the pyramid in Memphis at dawn.
Moving toward the full moon as the quiet dark waters of the Mississippi rush underneath my wheels.
Early morning.
At sunrise, the water is smooth as glass.
A jet airplane rises through the morning air.
Morning purple as a crushed rose.
The river as calm as glass.
Quiet as sleep.
The sky and her twin, the river, run toward the horizon.
Where the river touches the sky, she blushes and the dawn comes.

For More poems by this author:
Liquid Mirror: Waiting On the New Moon

Michael Skinner has written a book of poems called Liquid Mirror: Waiting on the New Moon.
The book is divided into four sections.

Wanderlust speaks to restless travels of a wandering minstrel.

Dawn Warriors is a celebration of the break of day.

Screaming Over the Liquid Mirror refers to the cries of sea birds as they ply the intercostal waterways of Eastern Florida.

Waiting on the New Moon is a collection of love poems.