Poetry

Order out of Chaos

Order out of Chaos

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Pelican Alley

Pelican Alley

Pelican Alley

While fingers caress the hissing froth

The pelican shoots the rolling trough

With a languid flap of his graceful wing

He surmounts the foamy crested thing

A side slip down its back and then

He shoots along the trough again.

Robert L. Mason

The GAMBELLA
The GAMBELLA

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Moon Ship

It was a warm summer night and the schooner GAMBELLA stretched her pretty legs. Countless hours of my personal attention were paying dividends as she moved south with a nimble grace. The Bay* was smooth and flat. The tide was on the flood and a gentle breeze was steady over the port quarter. Then a full Moon rose over the East Bay hills and its muted light danced on the surface of the water.

Oh, to linger in that reflection,

A brief passage of near perfection.

Dream-like it was, but alas it was real.

It needed some water under the keel.

I knew we were running out of bay,

But didn’t want it to end that way.

I made an image to hang on my wall,

And in it GAMBELLA still stands tall.

The hiss of the wake’s trailing froth,

The creak of the rig working aloft,

These things I hear when I can see

The rare moment that transported me.

So when life’s voyage comes to an end

I’d make that passage once again.

And if to heaven I have gone

There I’ll sail her on and on.

R. L. Mason

Mendocino, CA

2009

* San Francisco Bay circa 1976

A Poem for Cora


Experience as widely as time will allow

Observe as precisely as you know how

Know the limits of your conclusions

And act in good faith to avoid confusions


See the light

Hear the music

Smell the Earth

Touch your lover

Taste the wine


Understand the context of your life.

Eschew the tangle of needless strife.

Don’t be afraid to make your place

But remember others who share your space.


See the light

Hear the music

Smell the Earth

Touch your lover

Taste the wine


It is not a fault to be pensive

Having a heart is not expensive.

Sometimes it’s good to change your act

And come about on a different tack.


See the light

Hear the music

Smell the Earth

Touch your lover

Taste the wine


Acquire knowledge as your wealth.

It’s a good idea to “know thyself”

When tackling something give it your all

And always remember to stand tall.


See the light

Hear the music

Smell the Earth

Touch your lover

Taste the wine



Granddaddy Rob

Mendocino, California

2011

She Danced


She walked slowly up the beach.

A private moment for us each.

We were the only two out there.

Of my presence she was not aware.


Against the dunes I was wedged,

And she was at the water’s edge.

There was a swirling morning mist,

And a subdued mood I could not resist.


North she went, her feet were bare,

She stopped to examine here and there.

Then sauntered out on a spit of sand.

Just as the sunlight hit the land.


It broke right through the overcast,

And lit our somber place at last.

Among the colors of a soft rainbow,

She whirled about with arms akimbo.


A rare instance of sublime elation.

Left a moving and strong sensation.

A fleeting moment I saw by chance,

And through it all she danced, she danced.


R. L. Mason

Agust, 2018


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