by Allen Plone
rising toward the surface
from beneath the tide
that threatened to drown -
finally hearing the gulls cry
reaching in wrenching out
the pounding sound
retching the swallowed sea
as the waves overwhelmed
then sudden silence
of a benign universe-
thrown towards the beach
tangled amid sandy seaweed
laying silent staring
at the night sky understanding
life is lived in the hollow
between words
there is no meaning
without form
a painting with no frame
is undefined by its freedom
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Born in 1947, once a San Francisco hippie, living in Haight at the height of its glory, with two MAs, one in Creative Writing and one in the History of Consciousness, but unwilling to finish my Ph.D thesis, I chose, instead, to be become a filmmaker, script writer and to live a semi-legitimate life in Los Angeles, California, USA. Happily married to my college sweetheart, who, too, is in the business of film, I’ve directed three feature films, many television shows and children’s programs. Two children’s books, Ned Smiles, and ABC For You and Me, three published short stories, the winner of the Rosebud Award For Creative Writing for the short story, “The Cowboy of My Heart, ” and four published poems, in Response, Moon and other now gone and mourned poetry journals comprise the visible part of my literary life. Despite the sadness reflected in much of my poetry, I consider myself a happy person.
Last updated April 03, 2015