Robin Amy Bass and Friends

THE POETRY OF AIR

Christina A. Sharik: The Poetry of Air (Part 1)
Ramsau Parish Church, Berchtesgaden, Germany
Part 1: Snow

I step outside
this heated lair

and feel the blast
of crisp, cold air

And wonder at the
winds that blow;

The poetry of Air is

…………………… Snow

©Copyright February 3, 2006 by Christina A. Sharik


Roger Liebmann: The Poetry of Air (Part 2)
Bush Fire at Murray Bridge, South Australia: 12/06
Part 2: Fire

I step outside
my shaded home

into the blast that
cooks the bone

And wonder at the
Hobs of hell;

The poetry of Air is

…………………… Fire

©Copyright February 6, 2006 by Roger Liebmann


Colin F. Jones: The Poetry of Air (Part 3a)
“On the Summer Wind” by Jane Wooster Scott
Part 3a: Wind

Fire! It comes,
To melt the snow,

Both blown away,
By the wind you know.

That refreshes each
And every day

The poetry of air is

…………………… Wind

©Copyright February 5, 2006 by Colin F. Jones


Colin F. Jones: The Poetry of Air (Part 3b)
“Summer Rain” by Teresa Shelton
Part 3b: Rain

Rain! It comes to
Cleanse and clean,

To wash away
The melting sleet

And cool the sunburned
Steaming street

The poetry of air is

…………………… Rain

©Copyright February 5, 2006 by Colin F. Jones


Colin F. Jones: The Poetry of Air (Part 3c)
Autumn Leaves on the Buffalo River, Tennessee
Part 3c: Change

The leaves do fall
When summer’s done

Before the freezing
Snows do come

And winter clouds
To block the sun

The poetry of air is

…………………… Change

©Copyright February 5, 2006 by Colin F. Jones


Anthony W. Pahl: The Poetry of Air (Part 4)
“Man’s First Breath” by Suzanne Tornquist
Part 4: Breath

Wind fans the fire that melts away
signs of snow upon the ground
in warmth and goodness created thus
birds aspire to joyful sound

Whiteness turns to colour
and on earth, life springs from death
Gasping at this metamorphosis
the poetry of air is

…………………… Breath

©Copyright February 8, 2006 by Anthony W. Pahl OAM


Gary Jacobson: The Poetry of Air (Part 5)
“After the Rain” by Vlatko Juric-Kokic, 2004
Part 5: Rain

I stand outside
my protected home

Feeling a washing come over my brow
Remembering, cleansing, trials of Vietnam

washing away frightened tears
waters of time healing my pain

The poetry of air is

…………………… Rain

©Copyright February 8, 2006 by Gary Jacobson


Thurman P. Woodfork: The Poetry of Air (Part 6)
“God is Talking to Me” by Harry Hansen
Part 6: God

That breath of wind
like the voice of a choir
snuggled close to
the warmth of the fire
summons the healing
touch of rain
to soothe away
those years of pain
and call upon the
slumbering earth
to wake once more
and again give birth
from its fecund, fertile sod;
The poetry of Air is

…………………… God

©Copyright February 8, 2006 by Thurman P. Woodfork


Randy E. Richmond: The Poetry of Air (Part 7)
“Thunder” by Frank Basinski (2003)
Part 7: Change

I stand again
outside once more
and wonder if…

an ancient war
still blows cold echoes to my ear
or is it thunder that I hear?

each cloud that passes…
brings different view
a vanquished vista
replaced with new

Ageless angels rearrange

The poetry of air to

…………………… Change

©Copyright February 8, 2006 by Randy E. Richmond


Faye Sizemore: The Poetry of Air (Part 8)
Mountain Sunrise
Part 8: Sun

Rising
in the morning

just as the day
is dawning

night-time’s
darkness has run

The poetry of Air

…………………… is Sun

©Copyright February 2006 by Faye Sizemore


Robin Amy Bass: The Poetry of Air (Part 9)
“Jungle Breeze” by Robert J. Miley
Part 9: Heal

I step into the winter freeze
Come face to face – My love’s disease
Has hardened on this icy day
What can I do to chip away
The memories of jungle heat?
The Blaze of victory and defeat
Has left my lover cold at night
I think he’s lost the will to fight
Until he calls out in his sleep
He wakes me up – I start to weep
Then dry my tears and resolve seize
For after all, I am The Breeze…
The poetry of air will

…………………… Heal

©Copyright February 9, 2006 by Robin Amy Bass


Tim Bone: The Poetry of Air (Part 10)
US Navy Air Strike in South Vietnam, 1966
Part 10: Life

I recall a place I’ve been
Where bombs sucked up the oxygen
And to the ground I learned to dive
Take cover, praying to survive
Till quietness again returned
And though my throat and chest both burned
I felt my Spirit then revive
The poetry of air is

…………………… Life

©Copyright February 13, 2006 by Tim Bone