A frost on the car
The sun is in the leaves
Green
Leaves
&
A breeze in the Maples out front
Wine red
& the moon is but a fingerprint now
- -
& Tierney Sutton sings
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
the beats of glen island...
Red flowers
Dance pavilions
That night
The stars & the plankton sang
Where
The beats of Glen Island
Deep breaths
&
Orchestras
Were
The Champagnes of the morning
On a green sea
Wave & leaf
A rain cloud of hibiscus
The
Wings
Of
Color
&
Red flowers
In
The
Dew
Dance pavilions
That night
The stars & the plankton sang
Where
The beats of Glen Island
Deep breaths
&
Orchestras
Were
The Champagnes of the morning
On a green sea
Wave & leaf
A rain cloud of hibiscus
The
Wings
Of
Color
&
Red flowers
In
The
Dew
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
highest merit is...
"Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. The highest merit is suggestiveness." -Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864)
Sunday, April 18, 2010
compassion...
"Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless." -Eric Hoffer (1902-1983) American social writer & philosopher
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
on the songs of wings...
A calm
Now
Dawn
On the songs of wings
In
The
Morning
Flowers in the window
&
In
The
Smells of the sea
A cactus flower
&
Orchids
&
A walk with an unfinished song
Now
Dawn
On the songs of wings
In
The
Morning
Flowers in the window
&
In
The
Smells of the sea
A cactus flower
&
Orchids
&
A walk with an unfinished song
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
under the sea pines...
In June
Under the sea pines
A new breath
& in summer too
In the Cathedral of Jazz
Larks & lilies fly - play jazz trumpets
Like Gabriel
Violins
&
Jazz cellos
Like Yo-Yo Ma & Ray Brown
&
I on the glass road to the Bodhi tree
& from the piano room
The sun is under a river pine
Shining on the crystal ashtray on the long oak table
Above the lotus blossom & the water buffalo
On the red rug below
Big band Blue Monk
Monk is 50
On the steps of great places
Lonely places two chairs high benches blank boards
But
The
Jazz
Of
Thelonious Monk
Is
In the looking glass
&
Red leaves
Fall
Under the sea pines
A new breath
& in summer too
In the Cathedral of Jazz
Larks & lilies fly - play jazz trumpets
Like Gabriel
Violins
&
Jazz cellos
Like Yo-Yo Ma & Ray Brown
&
I on the glass road to the Bodhi tree
& from the piano room
The sun is under a river pine
Shining on the crystal ashtray on the long oak table
Above the lotus blossom & the water buffalo
On the red rug below
Big band Blue Monk
Monk is 50
On the steps of great places
Lonely places two chairs high benches blank boards
But
The
Jazz
Of
Thelonious Monk
Is
In the looking glass
&
Red leaves
Fall
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
a miles blue in the sky & in the sea...
A miles blue in the sky & in the sea
Dogwoods aflower
Above the rocks
Above the hill
Silk & ribbons flown
Flags & the hats of Tibetan women
Warm song
Pastels
&
Pink
Peach plum & glow
Seabirds adrift
Angels
A perfect circle
A perfect drift
Ceiling down
A miles blue in the sky & in the sea
Translucent
Dogwoods aflower
Above the rocks
Above the hill
Silk & ribbons flown
Flags & the hats of Tibetan women
Warm song
Pastels
&
Pink
Peach plum & glow
Seabirds adrift
Angels
A perfect circle
A perfect drift
Ceiling down
A miles blue in the sky & in the sea
Translucent
Saturday, April 10, 2010
the poetry is home...
The poetry is home
Like a canvas
Where the wishes are
Not rote
Not ever
But
A
Home
- -
In compassion
Like a canvas
Where the wishes are
Not rote
Not ever
But
A
Home
- -
In compassion
the great gatsby...
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." -F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Friday, April 9, 2010
f. scott fitzgerald (1896-1940) pencil...
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
apricots...
The books are all a soft color
A feel
Of
Home
A sea & its birds
&
A meadow & its birds
The flowers
Apricots
Easels & pens
&
Sighs
Of
Home
- -
On a warm day
A feel
Of
Home
A sea & its birds
&
A meadow & its birds
The flowers
Apricots
Easels & pens
&
Sighs
Of
Home
- -
On a warm day
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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