Thursday, December 31, 2009

a new year is near...

Spirit,
a New Year is near
there are water droplets in the trees
rain
and
yellow birds in the birdfeeders
and
cars splashing on the streets
some
trip
from
You,
eh! Spirit?
700 years?
Jazz
and
Bourbon Street
too?
But,
Spirit,
You and I are a lot alike
I
know

a far walk...

Wide walk
We cross the wide walk
In
Word & song

Wide smile

No rails & ropes
No time to guise

A far walk
On the long boulevards
Shoppes
&
Cafes
Spaghetti
&
Trays

A wide walk
Circles
&
Time
Winds
&
Chime

Time

Thin smile

A far walk
Like
Wide
Like
Time

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

writing...

Good morning, Spirit,
My
writing is very freeing to Me
I
try every morning
before
tea,
Spirit,
I use a red pen with black ink
a
small
pad
of
yellow-lined
paper
and out winks far walks and wide circles
like Time,
Spirit,
like Time
yes, Spirit,
We've got to keep what We've got
like
writing
every morning
of
far walks and wide circles
yes,
Spirit

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

the journey jazz for jean...

Spirit,
The journey gardens & rain
Moonlight & fro
Beaches
Canyons
Coasts & rum -
Jazz,
Spirit,
The journey jazz
Sun & storms
Seas
&
Mountains
&
She, Spirit, she
The flower... the flower

Saturday, December 26, 2009

heart 2...

Spirit,
there will be readings tonight
at
The Chocolate Cafe
Heart,
Chi,
and
Mood
will be reading new poetry,
Spirit,
did you see the astounding lights last night?
and
Song
the wreathes and long red ribbons
on
the
streetlamps
and
trees?
Oh, Spirit,
Heart will be reading Her new poem:
The Muse The Sea The Heart
tonight
I'm told
if
You are disposed?

Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas...


Wednesday, December 23, 2009

so i stayed in california...

So I stayed in California,
Spirit,
taking joy
in
the Joshua Tree
Sequoias
Methuselahs
Picassos
Diegos & Fridas.
Isn't it wonderful,
Spirit,
to be in the company
of
such
Majesty
these Grand Trees?
Yes.
So stay in California,
Spirit, -
join me
for tea at the Vanilla Cafe
won't
You?
- -
We'll
celebrate!

Monday, December 21, 2009

ten rooms of tables and tea...

Spirit,
from
on the hill and the sea
We
walk
to La Paz
cantinas and bullfights
sand
beaches and little barrooms
stucco
and
rust
following the lavender moon there
sitting
You,
Spirit,
and
I
and then we walk again
to
the
Ten Rooms of Tables and Tea
You, Spirit, are eating toast;
would the World have been upside down

Sunday, December 20, 2009

all of you?...

Hafiz,
Spirit,
God,
Jazz,
which one of You brought this snow this morning?
All of You?
Thank You,
it is quite Beautiful
Peaceful
really quite Lovely.
But in two hours I will have to go out and battle
using my shovels
but
thank You again,
all of You?
It is Magnificent
this
Snow

Friday, December 18, 2009

in the moonlight too watercolor...


melody...

Extraordinary orange,
Spirit,
the
sunlight
on the blinds
&
in the branches
like
a
sonata
a
cantata
a
fugue
like
a
melody,
Spirit,
like jazz!
in
the
moonlight
too

Thursday, December 17, 2009

it's jazz...

Charlie Parker,
I saw a sunrise breeze
this
morning
a
purple
cloud
last night
It's jazz,
Hafiz,
It's jazz!
a glorious Willow at the riverside
You know

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

song 2 french crayon...


leonard cohen french crayon...


song 1 french crayon...


Monday, December 14, 2009

a painting i dreamed...

A painting I dreamed
Green trees
Chocolate mornings
candy gold wrapped & glistening
Purple waters
Ocean's beaches orange & peach
a
walk
on snow shores & sighs
with
you,
Spirit,
remembering Christmases
remembering her songs

the real poets...

The real poets are the troubadours
Boxcars & rumble seats
Guitars & djangos
The real poets speak up of Peace
Hemingway was a poet
Jim Morrison
Dalai Lama
Joan Baez
Dylan
Lennon
&
While those ridiculed and railed against them
& at the same time collected deferments from war
These poets
Did
Not
They sung up of Peace under heavy bombardment
Bravely - -
I do not pretend to be one of these real poets
I have not sung up of Peace nearly enough

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

i've been thinking...

I've been thinking

Of a cove in the Elizabeth Islands
A fire on the beach under a moon & a star
& a schooner anchored

&
How quiet it is listening to music
Especially piano
Turn out the stars
Bill Evans

Slow motion
The smells
The tears
I heard a lot about war last night