My picture …..a hot evening. …. with no internet … so a time for reflection .
Halcyon days
My picture: My apartment….
Years ago I was living in a different place,
writing at that window facing the main street.
And then you came by…..
lightning guided by the gods.
A sea of cherry blossom, wave after wave.
And now…..
I write at a different window, facing East.
But with traces of those ancient moments,
and stones here and there.
A shade of a white willow tree.
On the road again
My pictures: still taken from a short video I am trying to male 🙂
A heavy squeak of breaks
as taillights crest the hill.
Motors amplified,
playing AC/DC in the morning
Guaranteed to make me feel alright.
Some prefer to listen to a love song,
and watch the road go by.
And outside the crows
gorge in an open field,
pierced by sorrow and a heart beating morning.
A suggestion
My picture: an early morning poem…I was very tired 🙂
I talked with a friend tonight, it was late
She told me I was different,
that I cared about China.
So I told her. …..
“I just want to write… just well enough
to make an end”
Gloria
My picture
Another bus journey to work,
Vivaldi in my ears.
Stretching long on the dewy ground,
reflecting the early morning peace.
A ‘D’ major moment,
of forgotten swings and daffodils
already wilting in the spring heat.
Humanity’s pride obscures a lost horizon
……as the cold drape of darkness
awaits journeys end.
And heralds the new army of the day.
Night time laughter
My drawing: a reflection of a moment….thinking of someone…..
Twisting in the wind,
rebuilding the molecules.
It should be enough.
But breezing winds and flights in turn,
slam the days down through charcoal space
and sunlight filtered clouds.
And as the night relaxes,
nothing stirs except the saddest lines.
As I listen, an image appears
of your bright body and infinite eyes
….. laughing one more time.
Me and Bob Dylan, again
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First picture: http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/bob-dylan-artwork-go-view-217297 Second picture : my drawing
Sometimes I dream of sunshine,
but not often.
Last night Bob Dylan appeared,
riding on soft marshmallow clouds…..
a contrived visual modality.
“Bob Dylan? What are you doing here” said I.
As the night unfolded….. there was a quest to write and dream.
And as the clouds left
Bob told me
“You know… this world is ours, all of ours…
but is run by people who never listen to music, anyway”
With that the dream drifted away,
like a bottle on a journey.
So empty to be.
Catching the sun
My Picture.
Bodies drawn to light
I went to catch the sun
Half open by wind
It knows my pain
It knows my hopes
Too dark for sunrise
When darkness falls
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My Pictures
A hazy moon and tired out.
My friend told me today,
she may lose her business.
Yes, not even a speck of dust.
Darkness fell,
a touch of spring crisis.
Chameleons grooming themselves,
to feast between the stones.
I told her
“Soon in the future…
is a sun rising
…. for me to visit again.”
Understanding pain
My pictures…and my students words…
A Wandering Poet 