Stream · What are you That would make me stop And visit On my walk When it is so heavy hot That even the bees Seem languid And the trees spreading Some little Bit of green And cooling shade are closer Than the time it takes For just half Of ‘Layla’ to play. The …
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The Funeral by Edna Gurganus Norris
The Funeral · At the podium stands a man, There’s not a pew to spare, A solemn hush is everywhere, Many veils are royal lace. · From a distance comes a sound, It must be angels and so sweet. The blended chords so nice to hear, And all the music so complete. · The …
BTT #63: Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm
Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm · I. I have never Taken up golf. Life has always Been too full Of other things I love to do already For which there Is no time. Like holding you As I used to When we thought We knew the score, When we left and …
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BTT #62: ‘Enouement
Ènouement ∞ We cannot touch, But I feel Your starlight voice Traveling In rows Of each choice And strife. I must forgive you, But cannot, where Morning Glories Wake from Tangled vines Unraveling. I can only Thank you For waiting, Waking daily, And saving Our life. ∞ Posted for dVerse Quadrille Monday hosted by De …
BTT #61: This Is Not A Puzzle
This Is Not A Puzzle Those who hunger, Are filled. Those who are empty, Hunger. Those who love, Empty themselves. Where nothing's lost Nothing must be found. Pride is not pulled down, But freckles in sunlight Of love's voice, The only Truly Possible choice - Posted for dVerse, Quadrille #84, hosted by Mish. A …
BTT #59: So you think you are better than Lady Macbeth
For dVerse Open Link Night, I am going to post two poems that have been inspired and arisen out of another poem or comment that occurred in a prior dVerse post. The first came out of a comment by Jane Dougherty where she wrote in response to a poem of mine about racial violence that …
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BTT #58: Knowledge
Knowledge · The room was stark and gray, with only a cot and a bench and a metal desk framing a firm tall gentleman in crisp shirt and dull blue tie regarding me with sad and patient eyes. I sat on the bench. “I am sorry sir,” he said and then told me that …
BTT #57: Love Is Not A Square
Love is Not a Square ° Love will not Hold you In a box Or claim your Past, or mark you Waiting out Far off. ° It just embraces Where lines of Frets and strings Curve to pluck A tightened sound From softened edges And patient circling Of one eternal round. ° -Lona Gynt, June …
BTT #54: Rabbit, Wolf, Blossom, and the Wind.
Rabbit, Wolf, Blossom, and the Wind · Rabbit trembled, Awakening from nothing Into loneliness. Wolf sniffed, "You are many," he breathed, Eyes gleaming. "I am one," she answered "Blossoms are many, Steeped in morning glisten." Blossom quivered Beneath her paw. Wind drifted Back softly Stilling their hunger, Whispering one word... · "Listen." · -Lona Gynt, …
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BTT #52: Entanglement
Entanglement We gaze out empty to the world and try to see a plan and place and purpose neatly wrapped and packaged up in bundles showing how to be bound up with another, in common orbit mapped. But only the smallest quanta join together at distance, not just rounding out their separate rings. …
