All Bright, 68 I Can See

When Everything Came Bright I love others in ways Not since I was childhood Intuition, bringing forth My young beagle dog; I was Four-years old, dad worked Hard, oil fields hard on calluses his hands Never recovered though At 29, he studied Electronics, Advance math, physics, chemistry In Industrial Thechnology He won me stuffed monkeyContinue reading “All Bright, 68 I Can See”

Wasn’t Pain Free Life Grand!

Before I fell, Before aacident, Before dozens Of ice packs, tonics, Stickers, and pills, When I could breath, One breath up one breath To open sky, great blue Exhalation devoid of more Carbon, resistant to nothing Pushing forth into atmosphere, Life was then devoid Of meaning, pain? Upstairs Express life Remember within downstairs We journeyed,Continue reading “Wasn’t Pain Free Life Grand!”

Greta

In EU, parents nightmare, She quit eating, quit talking, Just hypocrites or Parents sitting Out, under control not in very Bad place, energy when father vegan, Mother never flying, daughters, Greta eating vegan pie, famous, Dancing like frown, one hundred People hugging, yet, fake news People don’t understand, we wear Sweaters, make our home coolerContinue reading “Greta”

Hartford Cemetery Not

I have asked for two clergy officiating memorial after cremation, Dust, gray ash, death pall of my woody skin, but Turtle Creek Flows into my heart, lungs, kidneys, bones, these are part Of our home. Organs constructed sometimes fail, pacemaker Functioning well, however… Cigarettes gone for 18 years, Arthritis in my spine pushed to acheContinue reading “Hartford Cemetery Not”

Writing and the Figures of Life – “Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge…” “the spontaneous of powerful feelings…” Consciousness is Personal Poetry, Short Essays, Short Fiction, “Poetry is the overflow of powerful emotion recollected in tranquility.” “the language of Prose may yet be well adapted to Poetry” Preface to The Lyrical Ballads. William Wordsworth

“Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge…” “the spontaneous of powerful feelings…” Consciousness is Personal Poetry, Short Essays, Short Fiction, “Poetry is the overflow of powerful emotion recollected in tranquility.” “the language of Prose may yet be well adapted to Poetry” Preface to The Lyrical Ballads. William Wordsworth — Read on writingandthefiguresoflife.blog/