Flowers at dawn, a few Drips, dabs, water on leaves Dawn light sintilates Through trees, ah jow Do photograph droplets, Water, dew like rain, Softer as we sit alone And cry, as our eyes Fill with human moisture, Moved beyond beauty Daffodils dotted wit diamonds Our ultimate as I behold Ultimate prism on petals YellowContinue reading “Drop of Dew”
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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!
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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”
There is Another Mention
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”
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/
