Belief or non-belief, Green is gone to brown logs Down on Turtle creek, So what? I sit before light Writing poems about my life, Some brave soul, my dear wife Dear ever, I don’t care if she Is Jealous, overlooks, my sarcasm Cynical mind, my soul is brave, Yet together we must leave, We won’tContinue reading “There is Another Mention”
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I Sit Quietly
Library talks like afternoon Fall leaves rustle delight Spatter talk, librarian teaching Her positions of books Music of copy machine, Sings like zither, harp, accordian Designed in bellows muffeled, Sally into THE HELP JESUS WISDOM Buddha, some 500 Years before, books name Andrew Wyatt, Allen Ginsberg William Shakespeare; librarian Chatter near the door, direction ToContinue reading “I Sit Quietly”
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”
May I Add Majesty in Voice
I was young, just 17-years-old Long in my deliberations, thinking Here nor there. My mind rampent With my body, with the other, her Dear soprano, we felt love in hiding, Yet, my voice rose in adoration of beauty, First tenor, I could sing to high “C.” Lord forgive me for years of waste, But untilContinue reading “May I Add Majesty in Voice”
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/
Deep Into Night Morning
It’s 5 after 1:00 a.m. I’ve not decided what to do, So, believe in me if I ask, allow Me freedom To be Christiopher, This medal, this amulet, my other What is not for me a sight Slow benounced, I sit below My own Ginkgo Tree wonmder Enlightenment is won in pain Music, Titanium, andContinue reading “Deep Into Night Morning”
Doctors, Nur
Doctor, Psychologist, Explainer
Whavia Doctor, Psychologist, Explainer
Turtle Creek at Hartford
When I moved here, some 24 years ago, I had no Idea of the glorious little Turtle Creek that often rushed through the south, and a bit east. There was a mystery in the sound of spring peepers out east. There were high pitched little creatures in April, but I thought since age
Recovering with Chills
It’s cold, hot, cold again Medically–drink lots of fluids Don’t call in the morning
