Charles Todd Beuk

Theodore, Alabama

Education: Theodore High School, graduated May 28, 1989; two years at University of South Alabama; one and a half years at Southeast College of Technology for associates degree in computer programming. Memberships: Aircraft Owners and Pilots Association, New York Academy of Sciences, U.S. Parachute Association, Scientific American, International Society of Authors and Artists. Awards Received: Alabama Power Company Outstanding Energy Award, Editors Preference Award of Excellence for "Time Passages", International 3rd place award for "Night Rain", Star Crest Recipient, Star Crest Solo, and Falcon awards in skydiving. Other published works: "The Aura of Nature", "Time Passages", "An Epitaph", "Prelude of the Butterfly", "Night Rain".

Night Rain

Sheets of silver tassels
as they dance with blackened garm
are lonely, silent couples
who are joined with arm and arm
I'm sitting at my window
am the only one who stayed
to watch these sad performers
after all have closed the day.
Entranced unto their presence
with intoxicating spice
I listen as they whisper
to the ground in sacrifice.
To understand this poem
doesn't come without a tear
'tis all I have to offer
as they embrace.

Verstehen

.... And I know it is with me; in my body, in my veins,
and in my words.
I raise my pen and start to write. I am producing words,
painting the pages. She is in the ethereal; I pause for
a moment. I am stepping in, moving slowly with my carefully
chosen words - I am now writing, the only medium by which
my absolute deepest feeling come alive.

"I am the subject, find me"

I tun to find her as she moves through the night and
becomes the darkness. I start to gather my thoughts and begin
writing again. My pen for to map the way that only my thoughts
shall decide.

"I am the color of your spirit"

So I see myself, my mind at ease. And now selecting an
enchanting direction, I move deeper into my mind .These are
the channels by which all real is real. What hath not, is not.

"I am the voice that awakens you"

I turn to find a question, shall I go on? and then a gentle
breeze of alluring fragrance: My eyes, she is there, standing
before me in pale white robe and fields of wild flowers!
She turns to me with a smile before lifting herself into
flight and softly whispers.

"I am".