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Monthly Archives: March 2015
Dream
Breath-holding kind of day– I look for my vision In other poets’ words And find this: Last night’s last dream In a dark city Running alone Trying to find home (Where were you?) Big man shot On the sidewalk In … Continue reading
Chipmunk Haiku
Below my window Sleepy chipmunk tests his feet On lingering ice
Garden Dog Tanka
Black dog pads softly Through the Swiss chard and parsley Staying on the path Such a sweet and kind regard Instinct set aside for love!
Grey Haiku
Slow grey day weeps down Tightens the sky’s wet embrace Washes Winter off
Earthworm Tanka
Oil-slick skin glistens Around soil-covered fingers When will I see you My silent constant workers My companions, my earthworms?
Just the Facts
Cranking down stairs Long hard night’s joints Head full of storm clouds Puffy scrambled Picasso face There you are: Your first glance stops the creaking. Your kiss washes grey from the clouds. Your hand soothes, reshapes my face Into the … Continue reading
Sunday Night in Early Spring (Sonnet)
Old brown dog snores softly in her bed, Tightly curled as soon Spring buds will be; Old black dog stays out until the dark Drives him from night where he cannot see. And you, my silver dog, rest for a … Continue reading
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Tagged Aging, Growing Old, love poetry, Poetry, Seasons, Sonnet, Spring, Winter
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His Poem
I said, That Mozart we sang last night is still stuck in my head. He said: I’m not surprised. That music is like a giant sand castle Right above the line of high tide. It will stay there until something … Continue reading
What Matters Here
Bear of a man Silver white beard Big warm paws Deep soft growl Heart like the sun Intellect as fierce: Your gentle spirit Shines and pulses Like threads of blood In the petal ears Of the brown rabbit We feed … Continue reading
A Small Love Song
Your dark eyes Your beard sparkling white In lamplight Draw me across the room Hands emptied Of all worldly concerns I stand before you Catch your eye Breathing deeply Into our connection I bow down to catch The blessing of … Continue reading
