Saturday, August 30, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
just the angel breeze...
Just
The angel breeze
Transformed the meadow
The hanging pots of flowers swaying
The hollyhocks
&
Sweet
Trumpets
Bristled leaves
Just
The angel breeze
Kneading the meadow
The curling lace in the windows
Puffing
The house
Next
To the sea
Some paint peeling
Some shingles lifting
Some nights
The wind will talk to you
The table is set for eight
Painters & poets teach
Gardens & stillness
Just
The angel breeze
& a porch light pink off the clapboards
& the bay a mirror for miniature skaters
Cotton balls
&
Snow shaken up side down
On
The
August
Winter
Next
To the sea
Oh
The
Sighs
On
The
August
Night
Just
The angel breeze
The angel breeze
Transformed the meadow
The hanging pots of flowers swaying
The hollyhocks
&
Sweet
Trumpets
Bristled leaves
Just
The angel breeze
Kneading the meadow
The curling lace in the windows
Puffing
The house
Next
To the sea
Some paint peeling
Some shingles lifting
Some nights
The wind will talk to you
The table is set for eight
Painters & poets teach
Gardens & stillness
Just
The angel breeze
& a porch light pink off the clapboards
& the bay a mirror for miniature skaters
Cotton balls
&
Snow shaken up side down
On
The
August
Winter
Next
To the sea
Oh
The
Sighs
On
The
August
Night
Just
The angel breeze
Friday, August 15, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
the fog poems...
The geraniums spike
A cactus flower
Droops
Orange
Red
The screen is ablaze with water drops
The
Fog
Poems
Wavy
Like
The
Stars
A cactus flower
Droops
Orange
Red
The screen is ablaze with water drops
The
Fog
Poems
Wavy
Like
The
Stars
Saturday, August 2, 2008
in the music room in the painting...
In the music room in the painting
Journeys & walks
From
Boston
&
Canaan
In the painting
Rivers & bustles of the palest of blue
&
Jazz mandolins on the streets of Lowell
&
Jazz
Lyres
Too
The road is winding the color of coffee down the mountain
The blush of peach up the mountain sunrise
The top
Where
There
The music room alive of trumpets & song
Angels' wings dabbed of sky
Thick paint of the night of nights
Just
A
Short
Walk
From
Boston
&
Canaan
Journeys & walks
From
Boston
&
Canaan
In the painting
Rivers & bustles of the palest of blue
&
Jazz mandolins on the streets of Lowell
&
Jazz
Lyres
Too
The road is winding the color of coffee down the mountain
The blush of peach up the mountain sunrise
The top
Where
There
The music room alive of trumpets & song
Angels' wings dabbed of sky
Thick paint of the night of nights
Just
A
Short
Walk
From
Boston
&
Canaan
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