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Just published, Book III

SEA GLASS SOUL - Invisible Colors, Poems and Paintings

My poetry and Pat Morgan's art - available at Amazon.com,
The Sea Glass Poetry Trilogy is now complete.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

POISON AND POISE FOR GIRLS AND BOYS


Arrogance
Insolence
Living in the
Past tense

Counting cents
Taking offence
Doing what
Makes no sense

Tolerance
Horse sense
Living in the
Present tense

Silence
Repentance
Accepting
Consequence

Thursday, October 28, 2010

PRUNING POETRY

              
Be ruthless
Editing is
A heartless
Task.

Poems live not
By their wits
But by
Their words.

Don’t use
Twenty
When eighteen
Will do.

Expel
Extraneous words
Until only
Heart remains.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

ADAM

Born a man
Alone In Eden
With no past,
Unable to grasp
His reality:
Prickery plants,
Shapes that moved
In the shadows,
What was real
The dagger of doubt
Or the voice in his head?

Early twilight,
The light began to change,
He noticed it before
He realized it,
The shadows were gone,
Squinting no longer helped.
Something was wrong!
He could taste sweat
With his tongue,
He felt a pounding
In his chest.

Night brought on
Confusion, then panic.
He sat on the ground
Waiting.
Nothing that day
Prepared him
For the darkness.
He thought
This must be death.
Lying down he slept
For the first time.

Morning light awoke him,
Faith was born.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

AN ASTRONOMER’S LOVE

She was a brilliant sunburst
Doubling the day light.
His binary partner star
Circling him forever.
A splendid supernova
Expanding his universe.
A blue-white twinkle
In his heavenly sky.
The night she drove away,
He could still see her in the distance.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

ELEPHANT



Watercolor by Barry Pariser
 
There must be a reason
The giant, hulking
Elephant
Stands silently
With aching shoulders
And grey, tired eyes.
Has he seen too much?
From his lofty view
Above the tall grass
Has he taken in all
The light and loss
His world has to offer.
Has there been
Too many trumpeted calls
To fight to survive
Or maybe flee
For the sake of another tomorrow.
Now he is tired and mostly
Glad to be ignored.
Then on rare occasion
A young male stands near him
And seemingly by sheer proximity
Tries to absorb his solitary strength.
Our giant from a time long past,
Stands very still and
Simply closes his eyes.