Saturday, August 31, 2013
Thursday, August 29, 2013
redux cream lit canvases...
Cream lit canvases
Shown
Tea and this refrain
Dress Shoppe
Chocolatier
Lounge and Oak Bar
Here
Steve Tyrell checking out
Otherwise
The lobby is empty
Shown
Tea and this refrain
Dress Shoppe
Chocolatier
Lounge and Oak Bar
Here
Steve Tyrell checking out
Otherwise
The lobby is empty
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
1954...
A bird flew out of the rosas
Ellington Coltrane and Hawkins
Played together out of the Victrola
Two more birds
A breeze on the fog
Goldfinches sparrows
No eagles crows or gulls though
Chet Baker
Paul Desmond
Chet Baker
The Chet Baker Trio
A sparrow dance a slight breeze in the geraniums
And just a curl of blue painter's tape
A silent movie flaps
In black and white and silence on the movie house wall
The first day of school
Ellington Coltrane and Hawkins
Played together out of the Victrola
Two more birds
A breeze on the fog
Goldfinches sparrows
No eagles crows or gulls though
Chet Baker
Paul Desmond
Chet Baker
The Chet Baker Trio
A sparrow dance a slight breeze in the geraniums
And just a curl of blue painter's tape
A silent movie flaps
In black and white and silence on the movie house wall
The first day of school
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Friday, August 23, 2013
recital...
In the August moon
Under the globe lights
A viola
Outstanding and elegant
Speaks
Like Ellington
Like Ella
To her audiences,
'I love you madly.'
*August 21, 2013
Under the globe lights
A viola
Outstanding and elegant
Speaks
Like Ellington
Like Ella
To her audiences,
'I love you madly.'
*August 21, 2013
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
and brubeck and the meadow are full...
Tonight's the blue moon
And Brubeck and the meadow are full
Of hummingbirds
And there is a viola there
And tomorrow
Three sparrows will be in the thistle on the porch floor
In the water tray fluttering
I write best in the morning
I wrote yesterday
I write tonight
And Brubeck and the meadow are full
Of hummingbirds
And there is a viola there
And tomorrow
Three sparrows will be in the thistle on the porch floor
In the water tray fluttering
I write best in the morning
I wrote yesterday
I write tonight
Monday, August 19, 2013
a shadow on the pink movie house wall...
Is the music
A shadow on the pink movie house wall
In August bloom
Or a walk
And
Solitude?
A shadow on the pink movie house wall
In August bloom
Or a walk
And
Solitude?
Sunday, August 18, 2013
in a scottish mist...
Sparrows
Sunlight
And gold
The
Shine
Café
On
Sunday
In a morning sun
In a Scottish mist
Goldfinch and red poppies
Plain and simple and heartfelt
Sunlight
And gold
The
Shine
Café
On
Sunday
In a morning sun
In a Scottish mist
Goldfinch and red poppies
Plain and simple and heartfelt
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
dents...
At half past midnight
Traveling in the morning
Circles
And
Mountain passes
And there
Next to a wooden swan
Jackie Stevens plays
The soul of it
Dents
And all
He plays the song
*written August 12, 2013
Traveling in the morning
Circles
And
Mountain passes
And there
Next to a wooden swan
Jackie Stevens plays
The soul of it
Dents
And all
He plays the song
*written August 12, 2013
soaring...
Blue painter's tape waving
A gull now two
Soaring
And three
Silence and quiet on the telephone wire
Crows caw
Goldfinches flit
A breath
A sun
A coffee pot
Orchids and a cactus flower
Now
*written August 11, 2013
A gull now two
Soaring
And three
Silence and quiet on the telephone wire
Crows caw
Goldfinches flit
A breath
A sun
A coffee pot
Orchids and a cactus flower
Now
*written August 11, 2013
i hear roland kirk...
Lubec
Raining in the trees
Again
And in the sky this morning
Again
And again
A horn
;
I hear Rahsaan Roland Kirk (legendary saxophonist 1935-1977)
And Misty
*written August 9, 2013
Raining in the trees
Again
And in the sky this morning
Again
And again
A horn
;
I hear Rahsaan Roland Kirk (legendary saxophonist 1935-1977)
And Misty
*written August 9, 2013
a sparrow jumps...
The rose is cold
The daisy too
A sparrow jumps
And the geraniums are quiet
The meadowlark is awake though
Strings sing from there
My what a foggy day she said
Accompanied
By that distant horn
That distant flower
That distant...
Distant
The rose is cold
The daisy too
And
A sparrow jumps
The daisy too
A sparrow jumps
And the geraniums are quiet
The meadowlark is awake though
Strings sing from there
My what a foggy day she said
Accompanied
By that distant horn
That distant flower
That distant...
Distant
The rose is cold
The daisy too
And
A sparrow jumps
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Thursday, August 8, 2013
butter sounds...
Poetry
The Lubec morning
Meadowlark
Awake
Quiet
Flowers
A gull
A goldfinch in the feeder again
A scroll written on a porch post
Butter sounds
And pickup trucks winding their way to the water
A crow
A dog barks
And slowly the meadowlark stretches
For
The
Run
And
Violas play again in a town without pity
*written August 6.
The Lubec morning
Meadowlark
Awake
Quiet
Flowers
A gull
A goldfinch in the feeder again
A scroll written on a porch post
Butter sounds
And pickup trucks winding their way to the water
A crow
A dog barks
And slowly the meadowlark stretches
For
The
Run
And
Violas play again in a town without pity
*written August 6.
Monday, August 5, 2013
no flowered cushions...
The movie house is empty
On sunrises on the bay
Dark windows
Open curtains
No flowered cushions
No rocking chair under the marquee
No movie
No sails set
No Bogey cellos violins or Bacall
No Tracy no Hepburn
The movie house is empty
And
The blue painter's tape doesn't wave anymore
On sunrises on the bay
Dark windows
Open curtains
No flowered cushions
No rocking chair under the marquee
No movie
No sails set
No Bogey cellos violins or Bacall
No Tracy no Hepburn
The movie house is empty
And
The blue painter's tape doesn't wave anymore
Sunday, August 4, 2013
the sky is barely blue...
The sky is barely blue
The water is wavy glass
The movie house in yellow sun
The roses are nearly gone
A sail leaves the cove
Vanilla and turquoise
A chartreuse pennant flying
To Cuttyhunk the Shine Café and
The
Sea
To
Scotland
;
The morning is barely blue
The water is wavy glass
The movie house in yellow sun
The roses are nearly gone
A sail leaves the cove
Vanilla and turquoise
A chartreuse pennant flying
To Cuttyhunk the Shine Café and
The
Sea
To
Scotland
;
The morning is barely blue
Saturday, August 3, 2013
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