~ Once bitten, thence smitten, it’s said, but not written, in the Land of Enchantment, of New Mexico. From Tesuque, a Pueblo, to Mescalero, White Sands, which stands near Alamogordo: The Sunshine State – ‘til as of late; the Land of Enchantment, called New Mexico. Four Corners are calling, the Pecos is sprawling, and the […] Continue reading
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~ The act of aging is no blight; unless I’m wrong, I could be right – An act of love is no mistake, except for those who cannot wait. Patience is a virtue, dear; and now I’ve learned too late I fear. Goodness…
~ Tonight I ate The last ripe tomato, A red cherry ball, The last of the vine. And by consummation Communion made The two of us one thing Of purpose and mind. Simpatico features Of late autumn kind: A cherry tomato, And last on the vine; Both, late and last, On some point in time. […] Continue reading
~ A high school reunion where people trade names and stories of glories, enamors, and days of spent youth, by mistruth – The past is all changed. “But, Mary was hot! Is Mary the same?” I play fool’s dominion and give away not, that Mary and I were close in close ways; but, I went […] Continue reading
~ A garden of plenty, best seen by light, sleeps quiet as many all though the night. A lonely cicada makes a great sound, where none but the one is around to be found. A specie of last year, this year, the blight, makes this single creature the sounds made at night. The garden of […] Continue reading
~ I pass by your house, such a lovely estate! Compared to your neighbors, it looks you’ve done great. I’ve looked upon you; we’ve met face to face – Worlds upon worlds, where small worlds encase. Yet, both of us come from different directions – Yours, from a low life; mine, not that […] Continue reading
…. Alice E Henley, Let’s make this easy: She was born In Kentucky, Nearer Tennessee, A smart August baby In media res. Even when spirits Swear “Fin de Siècle,” Still it was ten years Into the new century. And Alice E Henley Had no erudition – Low education, In that part of […] Continue reading
~ In the Moments of Eternity I draw from me an Ecstasy – It comes to me, Discovery! Epiphany, and Euphony. A Symphony from Tympany Parodies Cacophony. Such Parity in Moiety Ought not to be what […] Continue reading
so funny is memory of something not there snippets of moments vignettes of what were the murmur of voices no one will hear to recollect faces none now can wear of those who once were and no longer here so funny the memory of places somewhere of that which once was now no longer there […] Continue reading
Just The Poet I’m just the poet; A real simple man. Humble disquiet Pours forth, From hand. None there Dare read me; Nor me, Understand. I’m just a poet, With words In my pen. No one Reads poetry! Lest, the poet Be dead. Somewhere, Someone, Sometime had said. Well… This one’s A short one. Not […] Continue reading
The wagons, encircled, the gates have been drawn. Unless a devotee it might turn out wrong. All bits and pieces, at one time, a song. I used to be out there, but didn’t belong. Now, I’m back inside – […] Continue reading
…. It’s a long, long way to yesterday, a whole lot of water now gone. An uncle once said, It”s been a good day. It comes out in the wash when all done. ~ There are triolets here, a couple more there – then, bit by bit, disappear. I remember it most, the Real wholly […] Continue reading
“Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill; ….Children, Still weaving budded aureoles, Will speak our speech and never know.” – Wallace Stevens, ‘A Postcard from the Volcano.’ ~ Farewell to the ocean, the California sun. Goodbye to great […] Continue reading
~ We are becoming The old folk we knew, No longer now with us, Whose losses we rue. Life, like a train trip, One track bearing to; There is no return trip – Onward, straight through. Too frequent are short stops, To drop off a few; Old folk won’t get on, Just only the new. […] Continue reading
…and then she will ask me, to say something nice – there’s something, I’m certain, should surely suffice. My mind dashes back through slivers of time – To memory moments, sliced by design, and think of, ponder, give over to wander though time in the mind, is always together. Birds of one feather – a […] Continue reading
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