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

song 2 french crayon...

leonard cohen french crayon...

song 1 french crayon...

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

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