come what may
winter of 2002 toyed with the East
crocus purples iced with frosting,
daffodils mushy and limp,
pussy willows questioning their stamina
as heat and ice played tag.
while half way around the world,
the heat had slowed down...
and summer wasn't what it used to be.
a day here and there of intensity,
but a cool vibe compared to those years before.
winter/summer .... time/space ....
come what may
makes a person wonder....
lilacs may not bloom well this year.
making sense to one
jenny & maryjane.
zimmerman & cohen.
dali & hank.
stewed pears & stir fry.
sacred bamboo & jaccarandi.
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East End & Shotz.
surrealistic visions
and understanding of God.
women with make-up at the altar.
knickerless torn pocket at the post office.
a snicker and lost wallets in the theatre.
melting voices thru West Coast wires...
down on the chilly floor the heat always rises.
i see you
as i buy the oranges and pecans...
just bits & pieces of love.
So, WHO knew?
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hhmmm, having been put in the position of "trying" to be clever with the content of this bio, i find myself at a loss. i'm better at the impromptu i believe. anyway, i write "poetry" which my family and friends patronizingly say is fine. however, the professor at our local college, (Bucks County, Pa. Poet Laureate for several years) seemed to have quite a different and less complimentary opinion. (smile).. i write for therapy which is more than any person should expect. it seems to be safer than medication and a lot less expensive.
i'm not an artist, a photographer, a musician, or a math teacher. i do APPRECIATE art, film, music and i like math. (smile).. i travel the highway and i have 13 earrings in my left ear. that's all i can think of that's "clever". |
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