Elegy to a Still Living But Lost Love Silly thought, I thought we had forever, parsing over joe, puzzling mysteries. Now they have you to themselves in heaven. Silly thought, I thought we had forever. Never hear your rich laugh thrum e’er again. Parting now, past and future histories. Silly thought, I thought we had…
Category: poetry
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To Alexandra Artiste! in thought, word, and deed Loves to stroll among the flowers Examines life through a fine-cut lens X–\ A nickname from long ago that lingers N–/ Danced on skates and now through streets Recollections spin gems between lines A person whose heart is in her home.
24 SSPC 6 (2nd wk) — First Frost (Soukou) (Oct 23 – Nov 6)
Perennial Funeral The growing season has included a give and take with the local seed bank. I picked up sulphur orange cosmos seeds from them and donated the rest of a pack of black beauty zucchini seeds to them after keeping and planting five. I also donated the rest of a pack of mammoth sunflower…
POPO2023 bonus card 1
To Kerfe Just as I begin this poem a Congress of Crows flies and calls across the back field. They bring me gifts in a soft grey sky. You see, this morning they arrive wing-weary from carrying home from suenodora realms timeless hieroglyphs in their beaks. I thank them, turn each one, and they speak.
POPO2023 Day 31
This is the final day of the Poetry Postcard Festival Sharing of the 31 postcards with poems sent out. But stay tuned, everyone. There will be some bonus posts that carry over into November. There will be the two that I sent to Alexandra and Kerfe. There will also be the post with a photo…
POPO2023 Day 30
Georges Seurat, “The Bank of the Seine” Each morning I make my way to the water. Sun climbs above trees on the far bank as locals fill in spaces on knolls and in and upon the river. Strangers to each other, yet all comfortable in our appreciation of nature’s welcome.
POPO2023 Day 29
Henri Matisse, “Interior with a Bowl with Red Fish” Autumn on Plaza Mayor in Madrid Early morning strolls to the cafe, Cool afternoon siestas, Two red fish my quiet companions. I sip midnight wine on the balcony with ghost echoes of your laughter.
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