Thursday, September 11, 2008
Some thoughts on September 11 2001
Gleaming towers of concrete, steel and glass. Towers that stood boldly proclaiming to all that would pass, “We are the center of world trade, there is no finer stuff than that of which we are made”. The leaders of business and finance daily tread their portals Visitors, too joined those that worked...
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Thursday, September 4, 2008
Life on the refrigerator door
I love you mommy Big crayon letters spell it out Perfectly clear if not perfectly lined up. My Kat Let’s hope the poor kitty doesn’t have Four L’s for legs. A little league schedule With cookie days highlighted in yellow And Billy’s mom’s phone number for the sleepover Saturday. Class assignments...
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Thursday, June 12, 2008
Come…
The wind whispered to the clouds, come play over the mountains a moment. Why? Grumbled the Cumulus? What’s going on? Inquired the Nimbus and Stratus. The wind urged, it is time to play and put on fanciful colors. The clouds frolicked on that night and even the muted colors proved a wondrous sight...
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Sunday, June 8, 2008
Rainy Sunday
Life’s like an empty shoe Sitting in the closet Wondering what to do Feeling empty and stepped on.
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Monday, May 26, 2008
Cities of the dead
Stories left untold As the rows of markers unfold Stones, tall and gray All have the same thing to say… “here lies departed father, loving mother, infant daughter, toddler son…” Vast cities of those gone before Brought to life this one day By flower upon flower, Spray upon spray As we gather to...
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Friday, May 2, 2008
Life's bittersweet song
Rockin' down the highway Rollin' around the bend Just when life can’t get any sweeter And the drums are hammering That different tune you march to The moment creeps up on you That no tapestry can ever mend Its inescapable Its unstoppable Your mind denies it but finally relents The circus is gone,...
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Saturday, April 26, 2008
A poem only a mother could love
I went to Vancouver And bought a Hoover But I couldn’t get it in the window Because there was no louver So I had to call a mover He came right over In his Land Rover With his helper named Grover And hauled it to Dover Delaware where the rhyme fell apart. I picked up my broom And cleaned my empty...
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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Uncle what have they done to you?
That tall proud man I knew Lies pale and drawn The casket cradles him now in his deepest sleep But can this be the man? He looks so like a wax museum figure I can barely choke out my farewell And he has no voice of course A man who in life had such a voice And the stories he told Now he just lays...
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Saturday, April 5, 2008
The dirt lawns of Las Vegas
City of contrasts Bright lights Choreographed fountains match The money splashing through the casinos A river of lust Built in the dust And you don’t have to drive very far And there they are The dirt lawns of Las Vegas. Statuesque women dance and sway Feathers balanced on their heads Is all that...
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Thursday, April 3, 2008
Not so still life
I love to draw But I can’t draw things found in nature. I can draw things that don’t exist Anywhere but in my mind. So I created this still life Where the apple is theoretical. The grapes and strawberry are closer But not so the flower. Of course, energy courses through any life Still or not so I...
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