a body of written, spoken & visual poems honoring the spirit

of the sea, our relationship with nature and the oldest

international sporting trophy event that began in 1851.

as poet laureate of the Truce Foundation of the United States.

created, curated and contributed around the "AC35" yacht races

in Bermuda. dedicated to the island, islanders and competing sailors,

the challengers, defenders and others. here is the dedication.

and below, a cross-section of this one-of-a-kind cultural poetorial,

led by "Racing," a piece also scored to original music.

The Foundation's honoree poems, for the winner New Zealand,

the US, Sweden, Japan, France, the UK and five others are

the very last eleven in the collection here as you scroll through...

  quel nautique © colin goedecke

quel nautique © colin goedecke

Racing


Chariots

and boats.

Men and

women.

Hearts and

minds.

Clocks.

Rockets

to the moon.

But not

the sun.

Or clouds.

The seas

or seasons.

The making

of histories.

The unfolding

of known

and unknown

galaxies.
 


Colin Goedecke

June, 2017

thepoetorialist.com
 

 
  harmonic emergence  ©  colin goedecke

harmonic emergence  ©  colin goedecke

The Elements

 

Are here to connect us.

To the pure power 

and wonder of Nature.

It’s presence.

Its miraculousness.

From the winds

to the rains, 

the fiercest heat

to the wildest cold.

And to all 

the purely elemental,

powerful, wonder-full

inside us.

Inside our bodies,

spirits, 

imaginations.

The forces of outer

and inner nature

that challenge and 

inspire us;

surround and

speak to us; 

to every man,

woman and child

among us.

These Elements.

These firmaments 

of contrast

and contest; 

of past, present

and humbling,

ennobling energy.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

2017

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  rhapsody in blue, the inside passage, alaska  ©  colin goedecke

rhapsody in blue, the inside passage, alaska  ©  colin goedecke

Where Blue Meets Blue

 

Ephemeral,

still, indelible,

the water color

that lights out

from the surface

of this broad-day Bay.

Into the iris

of my ocean-going eye;

that for a while

becomes

more brilliantly blue.

As if enchanted

or refracting

a blue more rare

and pure.

As I sit back

on a sun-rayed terrace,

on a wind-raked terrace

on a hill

high above the source,

high above the view.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

Nonsuch Bay

Bermuda

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  inhaling the wind

inhaling the wind

Billowing

 

Clouds of course.

Constable's. Van Gogh's.

And tempest-tossed waves.

Buildings in flames

high over dalmatians' heads.

Wild west-crossing steam engines

sending up the pioneers’

smoke signals.

Curtains on a breeze-swept terrace.

The white sails of a schooner

singing downwind.

The imagination.

Billowing.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

Morristown, 2017

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  sunset floats in, monhegan island, maine  ©   colin goedecke

sunset floats in, monhegan island, maine  ©   colin goedecke

Winslow H.

 

Winslow would have captured it

all: the last sun soaking

the bristled chests and tufted brows

of evergreen, the pure white wash

of light on the starboard side

of the anchored lobster boats;

the mauve and violet shadows 

on the shingled surface: all

the watercolors of this ultramarine

world refracted in the strokes

of his sable brush.

 

 

from The Speed of Sight

Colin Goedecke

Sullivan

Maine

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a man & the sea, egypt beach, east hampton, new york  ©  colin goedecke

Early Autumn, Oceanside

 

The sole silhouette of a man,

silent, motionless,

before a brilliantined expanse

of running ocean,

a low flying gull,

a slow passing boat

on the near horizon.

Ribbons and threads of clouds

tiered with pale blue 

then deeper blue sky.

Laces of water music,

caresses of cool seawind,

warm sand, on the skin.

Se(a)renity.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

on Egypt Beach

East Hampton,

New York

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The Old God & His Sailboat

 

He stands

half in sea

half in air,

a Neptune

making sport

with a small red boat.

Using a large bronze hand

to tend a course

on the now glinting waves.

He wonders

half wet

half dry,

why his god-like motions

have little effect.

How the wind has a will

of its own.

On this warm silver afternoon

in Tyrrhenia.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

Forte dei Marmi

Tuscany

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  seawave, atlantic coast    ©  colin goedecke

seawave, atlantic coast  ©  colin goedecke

Give Us This Day


Give us this day

our daily wind.

To fill our sails,

ruffle our curtains,

caress our faces.
 

Give us this day

our daily sun.

To light our way,

warm our mornings,

color our day’s ending.


Give us this day

our daily sea.

To voyage on,

gather our fish from,

refresh our bodies in.

 

This new day

of simply living

on the earth;

of breathing in

This Earth and

all its givings.
 

Give us this day

to openly, gladly

receive these gifts.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

Morristown, 2017

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A Sun-Baubled Sea

                      on John Marin’s watercolor painting Sunspots, Cape Split Maine 1920

 

Off the coarse point

of another time

an unfaded ocean

verges out in caps and crests

of cobalt, indigo, turquoise.

Past one small, bleach-sailed boat.

Toward a streaking sky,

where the sun becomes baubles

of chrome yellow, rose madder,

viridian and cerulean.

That float above the water-color

surface. That float inside

my water-colored eyes.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

at the Metropolitan Museum of Art

New York City

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The Meltemi  /  The Etisian Winds

 

 They chap the indigo skin

of the sea.

Flirt with women's hair

and sailors' halyards.

Confound ferry captains.

Rush up and down ravines.

Cool the baking backs

of bare mountains.

Refresh the faces

of farmers in valleys,

silent beekeepers,

beachfront waiters.

Ruffle the ears

of wild rabbits,

the downy chests

of roving pheasants.

Blow low and dry

across the Aegean.

Fan the islands

north to south,

and the undraped shoulders

of a plein air poet

passing time

under the sun

and solitude

of Kea.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

on the island of Kea

in the Cyclades

Greece

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  hidden depths   ©   colin goedecke

hidden depths  ©  colin goedecke

Holding Your Breath

 

                     for the humpback whales

 

You hold your breath,

have held your breath

for a thousand feet,

a thousand years down,

through black and blue

waters, blizzards, glaciers,

barnacles, harpooners.

Still surviving, still returning

to the surface.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

at anchor off The Brothers

Frederick Sound

Southeast Alaska

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  east ending, out on the south fork  ©   colin goedecke

east ending, out on the south fork  ©   colin goedecke

Sea Cycle

 

A man rides his bicycle

on the sea.

Salt rubs the tires.

Sun reflects on the soles

of his shoes

as he pedals

over starfish

and speckled crabs,

under seagulls 

and threaded clouds,

past fishermen 

and upright bathers.

Until the pier,

where he turns left

and follows the sun down

over the horizon.

 

 

from The Speed of Sight

Colin Goedecke

Forte dei Marmi

Tuscany

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  behold the ancient mariner  ©   colin goedecke

behold the ancient mariner  ©   colin goedecke

Our Odysseys

 

No fingerprints of any 

two Odysseuses alike.

Each of us with our own

epic to live and tell;

our own Ithacas 

to seek, to journey to.

Our own wanderings

and concealments,

friendships and testings,

omens, demons;

passions, questions,

to contend with. 

Along the wild, 

Unknown Way.

Touched at times 

by the graces,

sometimes caprices,

of greater and lesser gods

of the singular lands

and seas we wind up

traveling, traversing.

All the joyful 

and painful passages,

encounters, vantages.

Offering each of us

one-of-a-kind chances

and choices,

egoic to heroic,

to see, to take, to make

at every turn.  

 

 

Colin Goedecke

2017

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  gusmao's flight of fancy, his imagined airship, the passarola

gusmao's flight of fancy, his imagined airship, the passarola

Lighter than Air

 

               a poem for the Passarola

 

Obrigado Gusmão,

for inventing, 

and King John V

royally favoring,

an airship, your Passarola,

with its boat-like, 

bird-like body 

and spreading sail,

spreading wings, tail.

All propelled by 

a curious agency of magnets. 

Maybe inspired through reading 

of ancient Kongming lanterns,

ascending as signals 

in China’s Three Kingdoms.

Or by Da Vinci’s designs 

for flying ships.

Or Cyrano de Bergerac’s fantasies.

Realized by those colorful brothers

Montgolfier. And that elegant,

fellow Portuguese aeronaut-

pioneer Alberto Santos-Dumont.

Who flew solo and je ne sais qoui-ly

in stylish homemade hot air balloons 

over the streets and hats of Paris.

Even round the Eiffel Tower. 

Thank you for me and others

who openly or secretly share 

a love of floating in all its forms; 

of flying dreams.  

Of feeling lighter than air.

The lift of whimsy and adventure.

The wonder of rising 

from the earth

to converse with the clouds.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

2017

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  inside passagers, alaska  ©  colin goedecke

inside passagers, alaska  ©  colin goedecke

Green Clouds

 

Green clouds

lie along the surface 

of our coastal passage.

Clouds of conifers,

of Sitka spruce and cedar,

shore pine, 

hemlock and alder.

That change shape by decades 

instead of days; 

by generations

of snow and light.

That share the shelter 

of their deep-rooted solace

with the water, 

the earth, the birds

and sometime-passing men.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

The Inside Passage

Southeast Alaska

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  reaching through time, bermuda  ©  colin goedecke

reaching through time, bermuda  ©  colin goedecke

Quo Fata Ferunt   /  Where the Fates Carry 

 

                           for the island & islanders of Bermuda

 

Here the Fates

have been kind.

Have favored

monarchs and

mariners, 

shipbuilders and

salt merchants,

cedars and 

sea-planers.

Have carried

this island

and its islanders

through an ocean

of recorded and 

unrecorded time,

salt-aired stories; 

still unfolding 

journeys.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

Bermuda

June, 2017

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  before the mast, portsmouth  ©   colin goedecke

before the mast, portsmouth  ©   colin goedecke

Learning to Swim

 

           for Aotearoa & Its Team & the Royal New Zealand Yacht Squadron

 

In the wind.

 

In the clouds,

 

long, white.

 

Above the water.

 

Beyond the land.

 

Through weather

 

and light,

 

time and wonder.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

Tucker's Point, Bermuda

June, 2017

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  walking on water,  huntington beach  ©  colin goedecke

walking on water,  huntington beach  ©  colin goedecke

Strength in Numbers

 

              for the USA’s 17 & Its Team & the Golden Gate Yacht Club

 

Confederating 

strengths that are prime,

natural, heartful.

 

Conjoining 

energies, synergies,

possibilities.

 

Concording

to achieve something

far greater, far higher

 

as men,

women,

humans.

 

Colin Goedecke

Bermuda

June, 2017

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  south by southwest  ©   colin goedecke

south by southwest  ©   colin goedecke

Into the Wild Blue Wonder

 

              for Sweden’s Magic Blue & Its Team & the Royal Swedish Yacht Club

 

Off we go.

Into it all.

Flying

into the wilds

of life,

the earth.

Through blue

skies high and

wide. Flying

on the fuel

of wonder.

on the wings 

of big dreams;

bottomless

desires.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

June, 2017

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 sailing through light & shadow, brooklyn   ©   colin goedecke

sailing through light & shadow, brooklyn  ©   colin goedecke

Flashes

 

       for Japan’s Hikari & Its Team & the Kansai Yacht Club

 

of sun -

light,

water -

light,

storm -

light.

Bolts

from 

skies,

bodies,

countries.

Sparks

of 

desire,

passion,

destiny.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

Bermuda

June, 2017

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  sol ex machina  ©   colin goedecke

sol ex machina  ©   colin goedecke

Together 

 

           for France’s Groupama & Its Team & the Yacht Club de France

 

Single hands

to all hands,

minds, hearts 

meeting;

making history.

How a team,

land to sea,

ship or shore,

becomes

one stream,

one confluence

of intention

and action,

one poetry 

in motion;

one living, 

flowing

expression.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

June, 2017

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  out to sea, portsmouth  ©   colin goedecke

out to sea, portsmouth  ©   colin goedecke

Our Natural State 

 

             for the UK’s Rita & Its Team & the Royal Yacht Squadron Racing

 

From the moment 

of birth.

From each point

of waking,

breathing.

Whether 

competing or

contemplating.

We live in a state 

of unending 

creativity.

Of unsuspended

possibility.

Of unsurpassable

remarkability.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

June, 2017

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  sea-silvered, bermuda  ©  colin goedecke

sea-silvered, bermuda  ©  colin goedecke

Seamounted

 

           for America’s Cup Bermuda Ltd.

 

Mounted.

Submergently.

Volcanically.

Atlanticly.

By the western edge

of the Sargasso Sea.

Coral-pink jewel 

in a sky-blue crown.

Home to 

multicolored 

history,

sailcloth’d 

glory; 

windswept,

sundialed 

beauty. 

 

 

Colin Goedecke

June, 2017

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  solarity, the mayan coast, mexico  ©  colin goedecke

solarity, the mayan coast, mexico  ©  colin goedecke

The Tropic of Cancer 

 

              for the Conquer Cancer Foundation

 

How curious to be in two

 

of these tropics at once: 

 

one warm and wonderful, 

 

the other dark and sorrowful. 

 

Each world with its own terrain, 

 

yet between them 

 

a latitude and longitude

 

where flowers grow.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

Punta Bete

on the Yucatán Coast

Mexico

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  stillpoint  ©   colin goedecke

stillpoint  ©   colin goedecke

On an Island

 

            for the America’s Cup Race Management

 

The lapping lullaby of reef

is tranquility.

 

The daydreaming sky

is quietude.

 

The soft sweep of palms

is color.

 

The slanting morning sun

is contentment

 

here on a point

on a compass.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

June, 2017

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  in living color, bermuda     ©   colin goedecke

in living color, bermuda   ©   colin goedecke

I’ve Seen a Country That Floats on the Sea

 

                 for the America’s Cup Event Authority

 

I’ve seen a country

that floats

on the sea.

 

That’s royal blue

at night,

pale pink by day.

 

I’ve seen a country

that floats

on the sea.

 

Where mermaids

swim and

sailors dream.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

June, 2017

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  peace over the islands & mainlands of the earth   ©   colin goedecke

peace over the islands & mainlands of the earth   ©   colin goedecke

The Times of Truce

 

              for the Truce Foundation of the United States

 

When the blowing

winds cease.

When the swelling

seas settle down.

When the earth

enters a still point

near dawn,

near dusk.

Or the night skies

grow silent

with stars.

Whenever the world

of Nature

makes peace

with itself.

And Man

mirrors that

peace in himself;

gives free leave

to his fellow man.

These are the times

when rare and

graceful plumes of truce,

deep spirits of unity,

community

can be found and

greatly felt --

by everything living.

Be remembered and

honored --

by everyone,

young to old,

hearkening.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

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  Your Floating Poet & Poetorialist, en plein air & mer, in Bermuda, June, 2017 , around the 35th America's Cup races

Your Floating Poet & Poetorialist, en plein air & mer, in Bermuda, June, 2017 , around the 35th America's Cup races