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.
Category: poetry
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.
POPO2023 Day 28
Henri Matisse, “View of Collioure” Rows of pink adobe wearing thatch hats nest near the bay. Every summer vacation, my lungs in salt, respite; my soul balmed with carnation perfume from the hills in bloom.
POPO2023 Day 27
George Seurat, “Circus Sideshow” Shadows’ dark treasures glimmer far from light of day, confined to damp caverns of morbid lust; where polite gentlemen slink, to thrust their filthy minds, swine before pearls.
POPO2023 Day 26
Georges Seurat, “The Bridge at Courbevoie” Ten witch hazel saplings arrived last spring. They summered in pots without incident. Transplanted in fall along the fence line. In winter, they were nibbled by foraging deer. This Spring, they lushed out in perfect green. Since then, they’ve battled tent caterpillars, more deer, weed whackers (sorry!,) and drought….
Tao-Talk 