(2015)
A answer, of sorts, to Maya Angelou's poem, "The Lesson.
Her gaze rests on billowed sails, Held in place by slumber’s rigging… As she sails past shadowed coves Where moonlight dances on pearl sa… In the distance a foghorn sounds
Oh shiny and versatile Crescent W… That hangs on my wall, near my wor… You have a hole, at one end, for h… Your designer was brilliant, he wa… My wrench is chrome plated
Some visions lost to time, it seem… Were made up of some childhood dre… Those dreams that find their way b… When I’m down and quite alone. Those dreams fill a mighty void,
We are ripples On never ending lakes Like a crystal Too finely made, that breaks. We are mortal
Honeysuckle and Blue Bells In a backyard English Garden Some Dog Rose and Cowslip In an unlikely place called Harle… There is Ragged Robin, here and t…
Scrub-Jays like peanuts. Unsalted and in the shell is of my choosing. A perplexing fact: With many places to nap
The Sky’s in blistered phases From a sunset’s dying light As the ocean mocks the shadows of Some passing gulls in flight. The wind drifts deep, as melting l…
“Ice Cream by the quart and an aged Tawny Port mellows the loss of a dream. But I’ve depleted petty cash for a lovely satin sash,
She says she always falls For the wrong kind And she has cried foolish tears For every one. “My choices will be different,
How many sounds do you hear in her… And what is the color of her soul… Do you see her in the blazing oran… Or in the hope that comes a-dancin… Does the song she sings remind you…
Night’s shadow descends Upon my window’s curtain As sleep consumes me. ***JEF The Ships of State sail Among many types of storms
Grandma has a washtub And she calls it Belly-Round, It’s extra thick, galvanized, And it’s never let her down. Sometimes it’s a stool
Legends— Stories— and Fairy-tales Windblown ships with clouds for sa… Hummingbirds——in Hives——like bees And ghostly pirates on the seven s… Wicked Witches and fairy godmothe…
Politics is not my favorite thing And candidates can leave me feelin… With the lesser of two evils, you… It’s like choosing, Elmer Fudd or… He says that he’s a business man,…
On the Christmas night When the full moon rose I felt a chill From my head to my toes And deep in my heart