In Metaphor Trees

The leaves of the Maple have fallen by now. All but the few still linger, somehow. Glory! in colors – green, red and orange! I feel I should know them; I don’t, they are foreign. And something as strange as leaves from a tree: A metaphor, Maple, leaves, memory. I knew them only as they […] Continue reading

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In Houses Gone Silent

~ Lying and sleeping far off in bed, He heard his name called: “Pop!” what it said. “Dear Heart! I’m coming.” and rose from his bed; But, searching and seeking, found nothing, instead. Empty and silent – The house was all dead! The sounds he had heard, were words in his head. A memory living; […] Continue reading

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Sequestration

…. This is the month That my mother died.   The year fades fast To memory.   It must have been written In pencil somewhere,   On paper, And there set in stone;   And after awhile, It all erases.   ~ Befuddled, perplexed; At sevens and six;   Forwards, sideways, And backwards:   The […] Continue reading

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All That Remains

…. 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

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Solid State

  “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

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an essence in being

  ~ I hope I become   some part of memory   somewhere   of someone a snapshot of mind   an image   a record a minuscule sign   I too then   shall last beyond   my just measure   a slit so affixed   a fitted assigned   no name,   need […] Continue reading

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Old Men at Sixty

~ Old men at sixty, forget more each year; but once when much younger, a world, a frontier, old men at sixty were, too, cavalier.   Now old men at sixty they forget why they’re here.   Old friends get harder to remember, revere, as memory grows flinty, the past, unclear, old men at sixty […] Continue reading

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One Will Move Forward

…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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Ode to Something

. So much depends on something or other; But, Oh! How memory falters. . A Barrow all busted, the Wheel gone and rusted, it now sits across from an all-night diner. . And so this poem, as it begins, then it just ends – like another, with water that glazes. . Both poems, on things; […] Continue reading

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