i wrote this a few days ago at four a.m.

while sipping tea in bed

thoughts coming unbidden

the process of writing very pleasant





sheets so taut they must be pried loose


the cool percale is felt    




beware   be aware of

   the sensation 

which undoes   what has been done




i would rather not (when the times comes)

   be six feet under

never to hear the music of winter trees again


("The winter trees 

are musical"

-~ Gwendolyn Brooks)




let me be me   

   let me

carry the burden of me   being me




as distant as the sea shore   as sure

   as the waves' surge

so my love is for my love   distant and sure




i wish to be true to what i know

   to be true

and unknot the knot within my chest




three sounds   the snap of the phoebe   

   the rattle of the El 

and the third   i hear but haven't the words




what is perceived   

   what is imagined

what is dreamed   


   life's trifecta




romantic or hard case


or knife   nature or nurture   or curse




who are all these people   am i one of them

   one of the fools

ignoring the vulture's convincing argument




as naive as   all you need is love . . . 

   as wishful as   imagine all the people . . . 

as ludicrous as   we all live in a . . .




the tea has gone 


sparrow’s song   dawn








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Written on 2023-02-20 at 06:11

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Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
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Kathy Lockhart
Your words fall, like a white sheet on a brisk day, capturing a cloud within its billow.

At least thatís how I see it.
Itís a very nice feeling.
Itís good to read you again.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Brilliant collection of verse, Jim

The sparrow
The words speak to me ~ like scenes from life's dream...
The last stanza ~ so fineÖ

Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm likin' this much.