Catfished

Catfished

Pictures given in the now…

a lifetime reveled through

the melody of a thousand songs

yet some say ,

“every picture’s worth a thousand words”

What really is clarity of who we actually are?

A photo flashed on a digital screen

must be that moment’s ever changing cover

befallen an ever changing  book within …

A poem is the spirit & heart

of a lifetime in this soul ;

whatever betides the shell of illusion

which is accepted as truth of light

because blinded eye’s see better than the heart?

Flesh facades fall short

as time wanes reaching for the end

of this ambiguous distance 

... perhaps there is not an end to find

Only manifesting as flesh and bones for awhile ;

sighs too deep for words , left unsaid , float eternally

until heard by earless hearts and eyeless souls ,

for love is the purpose

and has no nonspiritual vivid form 

but actions …

Harlon Rivers ...© January 2014

Beyond the Celilo Sunset ...ode to the Columbia River Gorge

Beyond the Celilo  Sunset ...

...ode to the Columbia River Gorge

Blustery gorge winds hoist the sunset
from the deep ravine's grasp ,
bear aloft its mirrored reflection
beheld from sacred river waters flow ;

ascending beyond the cragged bounds
soaring high above the elementally sculptured
steep shear rocky walls

Untamed cascading waterfalls
plummet like heaven's gifted rains
bequeathed unto ;
Where Rolls the Oregon

Ancient Celilo spirits uplifted ,
coursing through where eddies
swirl in ethereal places ...

Mana seeds scattered sublimely ,
sway across the western horizon ,
diffused like a rogue artisan’s paint
artifacts bestrewn wildly
onto blue sky’s naked canvas

Nature's vibrant colour palette
brushed with reverence
manifest an infinitely beautiful ,
hallowed masterpiece ,
grandeur cast and sown
the eventide skies tableau ;

majestic natural essence imbibed
where ocean of the universe
kisses the firmament ...

Harlon Rivers © January 2014 ...all rights reserved

Notes:

The Columbia River Gorge is a stones throw from where hails this home
A few words inspired by retrospect and the recent east wind phenomena
at Crown Point, Oregon ...

122 mph Friday, 100mph sustained winds (January 24th, 2014)...
Add to that, the most beautiful recurring sunsets of a lifetime,
photpgraphed this night and recent others, yet in what is sadly now considered , 

a severe drought for Oregon...

The power of "now"....nature is a force beyond my comprehension and yet, the moment is.....
as stated in the video..."the weather always wins!"

No videos from this past Friday yet , but this day a couple weeks ago was 100 mph+

Celilo Falls, Oregon - 1956 ...retrospect

... majestic natural essence imbibed , where ocean of the universe kisses the firmament ...

Winter’s Feral Waters

Winter’s Feral Waters

O’ river rise 

as meadows seep ,

cleansed by purging 

tempest skies downpour

The gifts of azure clouds

drawn by gravity’s gathering spell

The pathless woods’ music ,

melting snowflakes metamorphosis ,

babbling raindrops trickle , 

the rising creek starts to sing  

concealed by the wind's rhythmic roar

swaying with nature’s thrum

                   

Sloped hill looking down

through the pathless fields feral flow

Roll on eternally coursing

unto erosion sculpted shorelines'

timeless evolving form

Surrendering river banks conform

to untamed waters’ carved margins

Bequeathed waters overflow freely

seeking to rejoin sublime wild waves ,

awaiting mother ocean’s boundless play …

January 12th, 2014 ...© Harlon Rivers 

"There was a fog that seemed to hover"....

First befogged sunset of 2014 from my hillside home...photo by H Rivers ...
1. 1. 2014   4:35 pm

A Diary of the Falling Dominoes Chapter...

When I became aware that the poem below   " Come forth gentlest of tides " was not well understood ...

this poem was born ...

A link to "A fog that seemed to hover" 

...by Harlon Rivers © January 3rd, 2014

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http://melancholyrivers.blospot.com/2014/01/a-fog-that-seemed-to-hover.html