Perched blue house
anchored
crowns of granite
incrustations
surround
the sound of satisfaction
grins under surrendered blue sky sighs
weathers pretenders like Juan without a twitch
a champion’s chin
standing over a contender’s crumpled eastern gulf stream wind
out of breath
beaten back
again
Perched blue house
Lobsters
red
twisting to guitar riffs
in boiling pots
dancing from life to dead
party crustacean
steaming hot
give me a bib
some butter and garlic
mixed
play that sh*t again
Kid
Lobsters
red
I’m just a man
that dreams
in flavored creams
of
Nova Scotia summer
blue sky strumming
hummer’s bumming
gas price stunning
but I don’t care
it’s life’s two weeks notice
leave me the … (momma taught me not to say some words)
alone
listen to the rock
from the rocks
that mock the shock
from Atlantic swells of
schizophrenia
and flocks of
double crested cormorants
inland hiding
until their time to fly good bye
for awhile
again
Perched blue house
Lobsters
red
My Nova Scotia Summer
H*ll yes
Barkeep
Give me a double shot
of that dream on rocks
and tell Kid to play that sh*t
again
Call me Hanq 
Henry, this is just so wonderful. I want to go there and spend a month alone, uninterruped, and write. I love how you deleted the expletives while letting us know exactly what you want to say. Do they have golf courses near there? Aside from walking, it’s my only exercise. So, write, walk, golf. Oh, and eat lobster!
Henry! This is marvelous my dear… not just stream of thoughts, but well-worded and vivid ones. I really like the part that starts “Im just a man…”
dude you think in song lyrics…i could totally hear this being sung…
I’m just a man
that dreams
in flavored creams
of
Nova Scotia summer
blue sky strumming
hummer’s bumming
gas price stunning
but I don’t care
it’s life’s two weeks notice
hot lines man…now pass the lobster you know…smiles….
‘surrendered blue sky sighs’ one of so many wonderful images…gorgeous picture too…this poem hums with life :).
very cool…this sounds like a very cool song to me…so take your guitar man and sing it for us…blue house and red lobster..heck..love this henry
i enjoyed the way you started each stanza, firmly. “perched blue house”, “lobsters”, “i’m just a man”, “barkeep”. these give this piece a grounded-ness for the chaotic and colorful contentedment that ensues.
I like this:
“crowns of granite
incrustations
surround
the sound of satisfaction”
Love the rhythm and your images took me to so many places yet I felt like I was there
I much enjoyed the trip through your stream, Henry….like other’s have said, I felt I was there…Novia Scotia summer….sounds sublime 🙂
Mesmerizing Henry! It would make good lyrics with your guitar strumming. A blue house perched high is a dream house, certainly! Great take!
Hank
I want to know what riffs you’ve got that make a boiling lobster dance.
Nice.
Oh to be in Nova Scotia for the summer, you’ve given me a serious case of ocean ache, and Maritime ache! Have one for me at the Blue House!
Truly wonderful – I want to be there!
Anna :o]
Love this! Love eating lobster too, but hate to cook them. Once I’ve looked into their beady little eyes and watched their antennae waving, I really feel terrible about plunging them into boiling water. Wish I could head east now to see the blue house and the double crested cormorants.
I enjoyed the red and blue colours flying out of your pen ~ And that NS summer looks inviting ~ Cheers ~
Wow Henry – lobster – Nova Scotia Summ er and the Blue house – sitting on a rock – strumming – what a scene – I want to be there – right now – Love Lib
I love this so much! Partly because I live in a prairie town in a house that looks very much like this one (Cape Cod style but without the lovely wrap-around veranda which I would kill for) and mostly because of the way it just rips along … a very likeable poem and as many others have said, it’s almost musical …
http://aleapingelephant.blogspot.ca/2012/05/drinking-from-mania-cup.html
Wow- thoughts darting all over your consciousness in this one. You created a dreamlike image of this place, this house, and after I finished reading I studied the picture for a bit- it was almost like fantasy…I want to go there….eat the redo ster and sit on the rocks….great to see into your mind!
Henry, I invite you to my back yard, but I’m on the brown side of those waters where the mighty Bay of Fundy brings us the highest tides in the world and some wicked mud sliding…who says we can’t get a little dirty between the lobster and the kitchen stomp…right? Such an awesome write…reminds me of my blessings (and considering we’re waiting to hear if we are soon to be Northern Labrador bound…it might just be enough to make me change my mind on moving!)
“Blue House, that dream on rocks”, from your soul, the beauty…