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Once Only

9/14/2024

You
Can’t
Deny
It,
Life’s
A
Riot,
A
Merry
Dash
In
A
Party
Sash,
Looking
For
The
Perfect
Chance,
The
Grand
Romance,
Until
No
Longer
Quite
So
Bold,
One
Slowly
Grows
Old.
Never
Mind,
You
Were
Lucky
To
Find
Your
Way,
All
Of
It
A
Sweet,
Though
Fleeting,
Sunny
Day.

Young

9/7/2024

Remembering
Again
Grey
Horse
Called
Rain,
Mounting,
Leather
Creak,
Smells
Of
Hay
And
Dust,
The
Way
The
Early
Sun
Shone
Sideways
In
The
Dawn,
Alone,
Out
Along
The
Broken
Path
That
Led
Away
And
Gone,
Back
Then,
Ready,
Eager
To
Begin.

Postmodernism

8/30/2024

I Told
Them
Then,
And
I’ll
Say
It
Again.
When
The
Occasion
Calls
For
It,
I Can
Ignore
All
Of
It.

The Life

8/24/2024

*Plums In A Chinese Dish* 8" H X 10" W Oil on Linen

I Had
A
Little
Talent
And
A
Little
Grit,
And
Made
What
I Could
Of
It.
I Wasn’t
Always
Good,
And
Almost
Never
Wise,
In
The
World’s
Eyes
Lost
In
The
Shade,
Another
Fool,
Absorbed
In
The
Objects
I Made.

Water

8/12/2024

In
The
Heat
Of
Afternoon,
I Water
The
Flowers,
Delayed
By ours.
Hours.
I Meant
To
Do
So
In
The
Still
Morning,
Fill
The
Shallow
Bug
Bath
And
Wait
To
See
The
Fat
Robin
Bathe,
Ruffling
Bright
Breast
Feathers
In
The
Slightly
Cooler
Weather,
Then
Rest
In
The
Mimosa
With
His
Mate,
But
I Am
Late.
I Hope
He’ll
Wait
To
Wash
Until
Evening,
When
The
Sun
Is
Not
So
Harsh.

Summer

8/6/2024

*The Rose Hills* 24" H X 30" W Oil on Canvas

August
Is
A
Steady
Beat
Of
Heat,
Limp
Flowers
And
Random
Showers.
I Linger
In
The
Shade
And
Paint,
Recalling
Cooler
Springs,
And
Other
Chilly
Things,
Waiting
For
Time
To
Open
Autumn’s
Gate,
And
Inevitable
Winter,
When
As
Usual,
I’ll
Miss
August’s
Sultry
Kiss.

Friday Faced

7/26/2024

Nature
Abhors
A
Vacuum,
And
So
Do
I.
Combing
Long
Hair
From
The
Carpet,
Moping
Flour
From
The
Floor,
And
I Must
Dust.
Each
Task
Brings
More
Yet,
Filling
The
Trash
With
Crumbs
Of
Regret
That
Housework
Is
Such
A
Bore.

Desiccated

7/21/2024

*Spirit Of Water* 36" H X 30" W Oil On Linen

The
Weatherman
Promises
Local
Rain,
And
Every
Day,
He
Says
It
Again.
Hard
Rain
Falls
To
The
North
And
The
East,
The
Swollen
River
Rushes
Past,
A
Raging
Beast,
But
All
We
Get
Is
The
Very
Least
Monsoon
Rain,
And
It’s
Hard
To
Explain.
It’s
Hot,
The
Humidity’s
High,
The
Sky
Rolls
Blankly
By,
The
Grass
Is
Bone
Dry
And
So
Am
I,
In
This
Parched
July.

Intruder

7/16/2024

An
Addled
Woman
Broke
Into
My
Day
To
Say
God
Saved
The
‘Chosen
One’,
But
Let’s
School
Children
Be
Killed
According
His
Will.
For
Shame,
To
Use
Your
God’s
Name
To
Justify
Their
Death
With
Religion’s
Call
To
Explain
All.
Not
His
Time,
You
Insist?
I Resist!
Not
Yet
Time
To
Stop
The
Liar’s
Slime
Of
Hate,
And
Leave
The
Gate
Of
His
Moral
Sin
Open
Wide?
No,
Save
The
Children
From
The
Gun,
And
Let
The
Evil
One
Be
Done.
Your
God
Has
No
Plan
To
Save
This
Man,
And
Sacrifice
The
Child.
It
Is
Too
Cruel,
And
To
Spread
Such
Hollow
Dogma,
You
Are
A
Fool.

Daydreams

7/11/2024

Miss
Peabody
Sleeps
At
My
Feet
While
I Eat
Lunch,
And
Dreams.
She
Makes
Nursing
Sounds,
Grinds
Her
Teeth,
Moves
Her
Feet,
And
Her
Whole
Body
Shakes
Until
Abruptly,
She
Wakes.
I Wonder
Where
She
Goes,
Chasing
Her
Foes,
And
What
She
Does
When
Wild
And
Free,
But
She
Never
Tells
Me.