Anniversary
Chocolate
Covered
Raisins
Are
What
I’ve
Got
To
Sweeten
This
Lonely
Hour
Where
You
Are
Not.
Chocolate
Covered
Raisins
Are
What
I’ve
Got
To
Sweeten
This
Lonely
Hour
Where
You
Are
Not.
 *Jacques Henri Lartigue* Volvo
Today My Car Was Taken Away To Cure Mechanical Ills, For Which I’ll Pay Hefty Bills. It’s Odd To Keep My Old Car (Twenty Seven, So Far,) On The Go, I know, But Hey, Its A Classic Get Away. When They Take It Off The Rack And Bring It Back, Hop In, And I’ll Take You For A Spin.  Celebrity
He Pauses By The Limo To Speak The Incandescent Word, And Allow His Greatness To Be Heard, A Pronouncement Of His Fame, To The Glory Of His Name, Famous For Achievements Hard To Recall. It’s A Hollow Game, After All, We Are Meant To Stare, While He Pretends To Care.  Creek
Ruffled Water, Wrinkled, Creased, Released To Flourish From Caverns Deep, And Nourish The Grain Like Upside Down Rain.  Sir John Everett Millais *Woman in White* Invocation
Memory Comes In The Night, Clad All In White, Bearing Light To Make Bright The Corners Of Regret, And All I try To Forget. Let It Be, I plea, I tried, But Didn’t See. I wait, Accept My Blighted Fate, And With The Day, My Errors Fade Away.  Infinity
Forever Used To Mean For Always. Now It Means Until I stumble. The Awareness Leaves Me Humble. This Inked Image I’ve Made Will Fade, Electronics Will Become Supersonic And What I’ve Said And Done And Thought, Those Places Where I strived To Be True, As I ought, Will Be Dissolved In Time, To Brew Someone Else’s Rhyme.  *Mourning Dove* Photo by Larry Ditto Oracle
Dove In The Tree, What Do You See? The Litter Of Humanity? The Waste, The Haste, The Heedless Flight Day And Night, Or How Much We’ve Sinned? With Nothing To Say, You Fly Away, Fated Like Us, To Ride The Ceaseless Wind.  Aloft
Up High, Where The Sky Begins, The Air Is Thin, Sharp Enough To Slice The Clouds And Render Void The Stray Asteroid. Star Clusters Divide, Whirling Moons Are Swept Aside And Lo, The Galaxy Opens Wide, To Show The New Day Inside.  Hy-Brasil
I can Almost See The Island Where I could Happily Be, Alone Without A Soul To See, Just The Sun And Me. I do A Mental Polka To Imagine Eating Tapioca And Stealing Fishes From The Sea, While Dreaming Of Philosophy. Any Day I’m Going Away, Leaving Behind The Tedious Grind, Any Shining Day, Come What May.  Heart Failure
A Hard Spot In The Heart Prevents Affection’s Start. Stops The Breathy Sigh As Love Passes By. Arterials Block, Veins Close In Mute Repose. Though It Comes Slow, Flesh Loses Supple Glow. What Illumination Can Reveal This Stagnation To One Held Dear, Who, When Called To, Cannot Hear? |
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February 2019
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