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!”

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”

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/