Poem of the Day 2/22/21
Tired, heavy eyes Watching the sunrise breaking Over the highway
Tired, heavy eyes Watching the sunrise breaking Over the highway
A red-tailed hawk circles Over the empty highway That snakes through the mountains
Beneath heavy clouds, The grey buildings of the city Play at being mountains
Black ink on paper, Small scratches, grouped together- The image of a tree.
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The snow’s blinding white Is muted by morning’s dull grey- The wail of the wind
Sitting, like Rodgers Hornsby, looking Out the window at the bleak winter day Waiting- yes, for Spring- for the green grass And the heralding crack of bats, For Trout and Mookie and Thor, X-man and Judge, the Polar Bear, For days less full of nights, certainly But waiting, also for you and me, For that… Read More Poem of the Day 1/28/21
Against the fog The stanchions of the bridge Stand solitary, alone Rising from the void Of hazy white As if someone has just painted them there And left the canvas uncluttered With any notion of a destination ahead That we might journey into the yet unimagined __________________________________________________ MOST RECENT POEMS OF THE DAYJanuary 22, 2021January… Read More Poem of the Day 1/26/21
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Static was, of course, His constant companion. The low, dull roar of a wave Neither crashing nor ebbing, In unending roar, Toward a never reached shore. It walked with him. It drove with him. It layed down with him The soundtrack of his days- The Vacant space between Radio Stations and CB transmissions- This was… Read More Poem of the Day 1/21/21