Poetry from the Writer of Light

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

THE MANNEQUIN IN THE BRIDAL SHOP WINDOW

THE MANNEQUIN IN THE BRIDAL SHOP WINDOW We walk, you and I, as if alone, though not. Your smiles and laughter, the sweetness of your voice, the snowflakes gathered on your dark hair, are wonderful mysteries to me, so wonderful that they obscure all around me except the magic, the mystery of this one... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 14, 2008

TRAIN WRECK

TRAIN WRECK How do they do it? How on Earth do they do it - keeping hundreds and hundreds of poems organized, knowing when and where which ones published? How do they do it? My poems are scattered, almost random, no more organized than a train wreck: Poemcars laden with truth, fantasies, images, and... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

I AM THANKFUL

I AM THANKFUL For the teenager who is watching TV instead of doing the dishes, because that means he is at home and not on the streets. For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot, because it means I am capable of walking and that I have been blessed with transportation. For my... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 11, 2008

AN AUTUMN AFTERNOON IN SAN FRANCISCO

AN AUTUMN AFTERNOON IN SAN FRANCISCO I. Overlooking the Fort Mason piers Two jetskis slap past, the echo of their motors among the warehouse walls sounding like old men conversing animatedly in an alien tongue. Although I don’t know their language, they speak to me of a place like this where years... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

SUNSET ON THE BACKSIDE OF A LATE WINTER STORM

SUNSET ON THE BACKSIDE OF A LATE WINTER STORM High in the eastern sky they loom, yet fading, moving away from the setting sun that now softens their ominous darkness, paints them softly in a shade of salmon that belies the fury that they brought. The storm has passed. River is full of its water, Air... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 7, 2008

FIRST CRICKET OF SPRING

FIRST CRICKET OF SPRING I endure the night with the hope of poppies which, furled like flags in the dark, await the Sun. A cricket chirps among them, singing in the browning weeds the song of spring evenings. Warm north wind brings the music to me on soft hands, passing it gently in to me through... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

FOREIGN LEGION

FOREIGN LEGION According to the legend, men with much to forget would join the Foreign Legion in order to lose their memories, their sorrows, in the toil of servitude in the solitude of the desert. My Foreign Legion has no uniform for me to wear, no forced marches, no drills or disciplines, no... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

THE ANTS AND I

THE ANTS AND I They are everywhere, it seems, drawn from their dormancy by who-knows-what beckoning of Nature. In every sidewalk crack, every dirt pathway, the telltale piles of dirt appear, evidence of the ant-cities being built anew, each pathway a nation, each park a cosmos of ants. There was a... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 31, 2008

THE COMMUNION KIT

THE COMMUNION KIT (News item: A Chicago company markets a pre-packaged Communion Kit to churches. Each kit contains a wafer and a sealed vial of grape juice) How happy are those whose God is not in a box! How happy are those whose Redeemer is not conveniently prepacked, shrinkwrapped, sealed in... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

IN THE MOMENT - EARLY MAY SHOWERS

IN THE MOMENT - EARLY MAY SHOWERS I sing the song of the rainbands; I dance to the music of the Sun; I shine with the fire of the rainbow. Yesterday is washed away In the spring showers of grace. Today is evolving with Interplay of light and shadow. Tomorrow is in the seed Sown in the western... Sign in to see full entry.

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