Category: poetry
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The Congress of Birds
(any allusions to Attar’s The Conference of Birds are subconscious and probably intentional) Birds fuss at the sun squirrels, the neighbor’s cat a snake and other birds They call back and forth in bushes and trees from fence and power lines Some may even bully honk get out of my way I’m coming through There…
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The Last Super Moon of the Year of COVID-19
A friend told me last night, she and her husband looked out over the ocean at the last super moon of 2020 She said it would be just as beautiful tonight My wife and I live in an urban forest dotted with houses At moonrise we walked two blocks to a darkened ball field trees…
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Waking From Dreaming with a Stream of Consciousness Prose Poem Stuck in My Head that I Scribbled Down in the Dark on a Notebook I Keep on a Table by the Bed for Those Nights When I Wake with a Stream of Consciousness Prose Poem Stuck in My Head
Yesterday, I ate the last garlic stuffed olive in the jar and wondered if they make some mixed drink with garlic stuffed olives, but it sounds gross, but I don’t drink alcohol and maybe it would make a great martini and I think back to summers, as a kid and my sisters and I would…
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Wobbling
Social distancing on our porch with the latest New Yorker and a stack of poetry books the table I write on wobbles I place cardboard under a leg and still it wobbles I open Wallace Stevens, Collected Poems turn to a random page marvel at how he uses words in unique ways I put down…
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Friday night on house arrest
To avoid dangers that go bump in the night, my clumsy friend, Kristine, suggested we put ourselves on house arrest. I decided to begin digesting books instead of devouring them whole. I resolved to read four poets at a time digesting a poem from one book before I moved to the next book back and…
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In Greening Wood
03/24 “One plods along in a state of amazement, sometimes smiling sometimes weeping.” Farid al-Din Attar from his poem ‘The Conference of Birds’ crows return from winter retreat robins strut on sandy ground pear tree hosts a cabaret of wrens jays and cardinals flash blue and red mockingbirds court along a fence woodpecker stalks a…
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Reading Bonhoeffer
a thousand times I died in books ___ every alternative seemed intolerable fanciful dreams waited for success ___ quiet and confident responsible people stood at a turning-point discernible in alternatives ___ nothing gracious or easy I grow closer everyday 3-23-20
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For E.M. Forster
Every room has a view even if it’s only four walls and door and appears to be a closet It doesn’t matter if you have a window or how you got in or how you go out Just know you can leave when you are ready Love does not follow norms it follows where it…
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Reading Mark Fitzgerald while sitting in the park
When we were young we tried to live in the now When we tried to understand now became then and no return allowed 2-10-20
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rain
Birds are mysteriously silent on the subject of rain Squirrels don’t pole dance on wet trees Neighbors don’t walk their dogs in a storm I’m on my porch wondering what Mr. Chesterton had against cheese 2-6-20
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