Gay October - Blogithttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1251/Gay October is a Poetry cycle written by Edward C. Patterson, dedicated to my many friends chisen as family. These Autumnal pieces should usher in the season appropriately. Edward C. Patterson is the author of several Novels and Novellas, now available at www.dancaster.com/jotrans.htm. Gay October has been a web favorite on the site since 1996, having first been published in 1997 at vagranthollow, in the Best Part of Me Collection. This is the first time it is being made available in the blogs.
hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00Between the Actshttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1251/229525Between the Acts I've written to them all, Each beau and lover from the past, Each one who occupied this spot Inside my withering heart. The knitting goes well Indoors now beside the Philadendra; The window taps; It is a rose cane loosed from care. Yet, to hear them, Fingers seem to pry into...Planting Tulipshttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1251/223135Sweet William wash lunch dishes; For I will plant the tulip bulbs in clay. Presumptious hope indeed. The roses are spent - The grass like hay And the warbler's song a distant fall Found in a threadbare wood. The field mice sleep, While voles supply little borrows with wherewithal Gathered beneath...Sweet Trickhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1251/221412I have waited a lifetime for this man who lays beneath my hands A temporary lake, Still forming as the droplets fall, Contained in the confines of my sheets, A slight depression on my pillow. With each added spill, My high spirals up and coils, For the morning frost only hardens such temporary...There is a Guy with Sandy Hairhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1251/217014There is a guy with sandy hair, A fiery mind and olive balls, But he covers them all - But cannot. And when the chill seeks out his hair He bundles it all beneath a hood And hides each strand restrained. But I am laughter in the wind; For patience will reveal it all Peering through the frosty...Autumn Ridehttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1251/215189We view the world from a closed cab drawn by a simple steed, And the world, in fall, sees us not, for he and I are wrapped in arms Cheering the love we share, A love beyond compare. And there is a world in the Bronze Cathedral With steeples and smokestacks _ Gables and gardens _ And as the...The Tide Comes in Againhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1251/214555The tides come in again; Chilled beach without the cloak the warm sun lends. Petrels time the waves Catching shrimp and feigning men Who prey upon the weak, Cawing from the jetties As the tides come in again. Come experience The Jade OwlLast Loverhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1251/212372Brazen Jay, last to go _ I know you best as you caw and crow that you are Jay. Yet, you go; and I forget `Til the Spring brings you back again To say you're Jay. But I, your silent sparrow never goes. But the world knows I linger, not by what you know But by my quiet foot prints left within the...Departurehttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1251/211173The whistling Swan has flown, Flown with my beauty, my run and gust. Clouds are here, grey with power And the plain by the river Seems cold and flown. But in the silence of my empty room, The myriad of spirits laugh and strip; They stand in darkness butt-naked to the night, And in brightness they...The Bronze Cathedralhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1251/210029He touched my soul at morning, My chest at dusk, And we sat on the porch and hugged as darkness sang the horizon to slumber, And the wind rustled his hair and I sang his eyes to their wonder. Follow the leaves of gold As they toss in the Bronze Cathedral, As if in the whale's womb with arching...A Raker Takes Spring Dreamshttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower1251/208872A raker takes Spring dreams away Toward the oven's embered bake; Swirls of smoke puff the air Choking natures populous with ash. My charms have faded, but not for you For on my heart your lips appeal; And I have no illusions for Spring When your lips move South to sup. Wind takes a new breath...