Friday, February 28, 2014

and green seas...

Bare trees
Hushed by a sunrise
Cold!

This morning

Layered
In blues

And green seas

Static for a while

Thursday, February 27, 2014

in a miles tone...


crazy haiku...

Havana!
Snow stars moons and wings abound
and frogs in a pond.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

kat gang jazz band...


biographical 4...

The islander
Golden straw hat, bearded face
I was 19
The islander
In oil scratched with a palette knife
Palms
&
Strings
&
A wind curling the river
&
Its bends

the islander...


Tuesday, February 25, 2014

a perfect haiku...

A perfect haiku -
the morning the garden lifts
to the summer rain.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

waiting...

Waiting

Lilies
Tidal pools and glassy shores

&
The summer rain

Saturday, February 22, 2014

looking for lines of poetry lost...

Looking for lines of poetry lost
Searching
For the lines already written
Lost
In the sun strewn branches of trees
In the smoke on the ice on the sea
On the bay
Watching the pastel roofs on painted cottages
Across the way
For poems unfinished
There in the ether
At sunrise

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

art kimberly poem deveber...


Sunday, February 16, 2014

paper lanterns glow...

Two outside lamps
And
Snow on the ground
Now
At sunrise
The orange horizon the branches of trees
Cold
Just a sigh of air on the roof
Where
Paper lanterns glow
Silent
After
The
Storm

Saturday, February 15, 2014

biographical...

The snow moon
Like
A
Stage
Light shining
On
Sinatra the Main Event
Across the street from the Penta
Fight Central
And
Broadway
And
Dolls,

And
Miiiiami!

Friday, February 14, 2014

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

regular old...

Regular old
Blue-lined paper
And
Pen
And
Thought

See

See
?

A
Song

with a song in his harp...



Tuesday, February 11, 2014

in a black and white movie...

In a black and white movie
Of
Icicles molded
Gutters and spruces bent with them
Branches green like the sea and Brazil
Snow blue
And orange across the rooftops
Far on the horizon
All
In
Black and white

And
Gray

'music gives a soul to the universe,... " -plato


Monday, February 10, 2014

just the slightest snow last night...

Chords down two three four,
just the slightest snow last night -
today the muse sings.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Saturday, February 8, 2014

some more little pieces...

Tango
Holiday on a coast on a warm water -
Tradition.


Journey -
Mark Murphy,
Song For The Geese.


West Coast Cool,
a red blazer killing
Softly, As In A Morning Sunrise.


The road trip,
a Mingus bass solo on a bus;
two seats to Scotland.

Friday, February 7, 2014

on this cold winter's morning...


shadows of the blinds...

The shadows of the blinds on the coral flowers
Imprint
On the painting
Light gray stems
Reeds
In a pastel pond somewhere
?
On this cold winter's morning
That place where the shadows of the blinds
Is
?
Did Monet paint it?

Thursday, February 6, 2014

this morning...

The sun on the ice on the fish pond
I remember Koi swimming there
But that was a long time ago

Spruces bending red maples covered
Birds nestled in them

At the tree line
Bushes and branches where deer slept
Last night

And turkey tracks in the snow

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

chartreuse...

Chartreuse mountaintops
in my snowy curtains -
Oh Basho! tangerines here.

redux four miles...


Tuesday, February 4, 2014

redux sarah...


redux miles...


such quiet thunder...

The taste of the coffee
And the writing
And the thin snow
Quiet red taillights
And the final coffee perc

The Miles Davis Quintet in my mind
Billie Holiday too

Uh oh
I hear the wheels over at the commuter rail station

The rubbish is out
It is Tuesday

Such quiet thunder

Monday, February 3, 2014

still...

Still
Now
In the trees
At the train station
On the street
Just a goose flying over
(A thin snow outside)

But
Still

Still

Sunday, February 2, 2014

(1967-2014)...


miiiiami!...

In the Picasso Jazz Room
Miiiiami!
Blue nudes and mulberry trees
Spoon holders for sale!
Miiiiami!
Quiet birches, such thunder
Tiiiimpani!
Low light on the table, on the bandstand

Whispers

The muses don't call anymore

Miiiiami!

Saturday, February 1, 2014

sans jazz...

Sans jazz,
thy heart
but a quaver in a pond.

timely...

"One of the things I'm most proud about my country is the fact we did lick McCarthyism back in the fifties." -Pete Seeger