Sunday, August 21, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
The Hope of Spring
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The weight of snow lifts
evergreens upright, the warmth
of sun touches wind.
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Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Millet in the Feeder
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Swift clouds hurry
Before the setting sun
Hawk shadow wings approach
All the birds are gone.
All the birds are gone.
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Monday, February 7, 2011
Soul of a Tiger
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Grab an amber nuggets, 2.99 online,
or explore the ancient Baltic
shores, curling toes before birds,
searching for that special gem.
At home, I rummage drawers
for the translucent soul of a tiger.
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Grab an amber nuggets, 2.99 online,
or explore the ancient Baltic
shores, curling toes before birds,
searching for that special gem.
At home, I rummage drawers
for the translucent soul of a tiger.
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Sunday, February 6, 2011
Java Poems
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Downtown Elyria,
minestrone soup, roast beef on rye,
coffee hot words pour from the mike.
All my loves under one roof.
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Saturday, February 5, 2011
In February
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What can you do but watch
plows scrape driveways,
rebuild Mount Everest?
Perhaps shovel your own mound or build
an igloo in Northeast Ohio?
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Wednesday, February 2, 2011
February 2, 2011
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Wind gusts swirl Cleveland
Siberian tundra here and now
The black squirrel seeks seed
In the empty bird feeder.
Where is the Rite of Spring?
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Wind gusts swirl Cleveland
Siberian tundra here and now
The black squirrel seeks seed
In the empty bird feeder.
Where is the Rite of Spring?
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
The Watch Continues
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Bach and Mozart sing
through the radio.
I sniff lavender soap
from Provence transported
to southern France.
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to southern France.
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Monday, January 31, 2011
Winter Storm Warning
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A blast of sun
through gray stillness
waiting for the Big One.
Ice cream in the freezer,
Mineola oranges and Fuji
apples in the garage.
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Sunday, January 30, 2011
Mozart in B Flat
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Sergei Babayon, Cleveland Institute of Music Concert
Don't turn away, I am writing about you,
a review. Is your jacket navy or black?
On stage commanding powerful tears,
fingers skip along the keyboard, each key
firm, in tune. Can you hear my breath
inhale deep against your chest?
Gold buttons undone, deftly close
The Steinway moves many moons.
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Sergei Babayon, Cleveland Institute of Music Concert
Don't turn away, I am writing about you,
a review. Is your jacket navy or black?
On stage commanding powerful tears,
fingers skip along the keyboard, each key
firm, in tune. Can you hear my breath
inhale deep against your chest?
Gold buttons undone, deftly close
final bows. Your lover waits at the door
with a triumphant toast of champagne.The Steinway moves many moons.
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Saturday, January 29, 2011
Queen of Spades
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Death. Opens the door at a busy interlude.
What were you thinking of Tchaikovsky,
in the warmth of Italy, fleeing
the sub-arctic snows of Russia?
If I were to flee, I'd take my watercolors
and a block of paper, straddle myself
between the ocean and salt air, painting
clouds and sea creatures with a splash
of color, a wash of India ink.
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Death. Opens the door at a busy interlude.
What were you thinking of Tchaikovsky,
in the warmth of Italy, fleeing
the sub-arctic snows of Russia?
If I were to flee, I'd take my watercolors
and a block of paper, straddle myself
between the ocean and salt air, painting
clouds and sea creatures with a splash
of color, a wash of India ink.
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Thursday, January 27, 2011
January 27, 2011
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Indoors the orchid buds
after bare months. In grayness
three birds arrive chirping,
flapping wings at my window....
A smile blooms.
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
January 26, 2011
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Limelight on a snowflake
briefly on view
one rises, several descend
luminate
and disappear like us.
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Limelight on a snowflake
briefly on view
one rises, several descend
luminate
and disappear like us.
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Big Sur, on Marielle's Birthday
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Iced daggers guard four corners
of this house, but my thoughts
freely roam purple marble
sand kissing sun and sky
later
mineral bathe under stars
while the moon touches
the warmth beating on my skin.
freely roam purple marble
sand kissing sun and sky
later
mineral bathe under stars
while the moon touches
the warmth beating on my skin.
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Monday, January 24, 2011
Dancing Toes
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Sometimes I melt into that little girl
that obeys performing as told:
smile for the picture,
look happy, dance on your toes,
always listen. Now
my voice is heard.
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Sunday, January 23, 2011
The Concert Begins
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Tchaikovsky
Yes, the 4th Symphony begins
a starling passage, I float
on spread wings drifting blue
perched on a branch. Exhale
the view downward of earth
and others, then look to the sky
above these spotted wings.
The fear of height escapes.
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Tchaikovsky
Yes, the 4th Symphony begins
a starling passage, I float
on spread wings drifting blue
perched on a branch. Exhale
the view downward of earth
and others, then look to the sky
above these spotted wings.
The fear of height escapes.
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Saturday, January 22, 2011
In a River of Amber Stones
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Write a poem a day, lower your heartrate,
Correlate cells easing body pain. Create
A book, nuggets of joyful songs
In a river of amber stones.
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Friday, January 21, 2011
Through the Living Room Window
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Milk caressing color
Overshadows the landscape
Snow Effect at Giverny
A soft prism of violet
Here in January
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Note: Claude Monet 1893 painting.
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Milk caressing color
Overshadows the landscape
Snow Effect at Giverny
A soft prism of violet
Here in January
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Note: Claude Monet 1893 painting.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Beneath a Single Moon
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I wear my robe half open
white butterflies between pink azaleas
writing dreams on bones.
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I wear my robe half open
white butterflies between pink azaleas
writing dreams on bones.
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Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Ari's Birds
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I watch inside cold window panes
plump squirrels bathe in seeds
the storm approaches
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Monday, January 17, 2011
Fire & Folly, La Folia
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Frenzy. Dance around fire-eyes
blindfolded by heat, toes grabble earth,
long skirts sway, led by his arm.
I capture their movements writing
in this notebook. Eyes on the young
men, their gesturing hands invite
hidden thoughts.
Dance around the fires, the heat
scorches the rim of my skirt, your shirt.
Eyes close.
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Saturday, January 15, 2011
Lake Effect
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Arctic paradise white evergreens
attach to house, the plastic owl
does not falter in stillness.
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Arctic paradise white evergreens
attach to house, the plastic owl
does not falter in stillness.
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Friday, January 14, 2011
Arctic Wonder
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A blizzard of snow leaves behind
Dr. Zhivago’s troika. Three horses
rush past and wink at me.
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Note: Troika, a Russian carriage
drawn by three horses harnessed side-by-side.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
January 12, 2011
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Birds hide
in still grayness. A dusting
of white powdered sugar
covers earth.
Snowplow rushes
down the bare street,
I wait for the Snowbird.
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Birds hide
in still grayness. A dusting
of white powdered sugar
covers earth.
Snowplow rushes
down the bare street,
I wait for the Snowbird.
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