Found Poetry On a rusty fence In the projects, A poem. Sad and short, A fragment Of lost love. Printed on sticker, Pasted to a fence, Passed by, perhaps- Read, perhaps- A dandelion on a poorly tended lawn, A brilliant speck of color Against a mandated gray.
Sitting and waiting For some frog to catch my eye Basho in the ‘burbs
The Film Scout Can you see this place, Not as it is, but Refracted through fine cut Compressed down through diodes, rendered to binary.? Can you see it as it will be? When the world is re-made in light and sound, In hard-wrought words, well-rehearsed, Spoken by idols and icons? What will it be… Read More Poem of the Day 7/26/19- The Film Scout
Everybody slows the wreck, crumpled, smoking, still curiosity rolls past tragedy
Bruce sings- “The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves” In that broken-asphalt voice And I am gone Gone to a summer night, Up a backwoods road, The taste of salt in the air Your scent on my fingers The docks alight in the distance And Neptune on the rise The windows down to keep us… Read More Poem of the Day 7/23/19
Sunset over the Stadium A summer night without baseball A giant sleeping, until…
Stopping At My Child’s Door Open the bedroom door and look in Through the darkness, at you, sleeping So small, so silent The gentle rise and fall of your breath the only movement. It is not yet late, but I am too late. Too late to see you awake. Too late to hold you tight… Read More Poem of the Day 7/3/19 – Stopping At My Child’s Door