the wait
hanging around in heavy embrace,
pulling the hour hand with my two fingers.
the weight of 13 hundred days
pushes back against all of me.
absolut-ly on the rox, twisting your lemon,
or my lime.
but then a tidal turn to icy toes,
curled beneath the blanket.... brown, tan
with the lady lion on the outside wrapped around.
garden chat, lyrics that you knew from before the wait,
now hang around me in heavy embrace.
all in all, there's love, death, and the lines
on the page that reveal Truth.
i wait, in heavy embrace.
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hhmmm, having been put in the position of "trying" to be clever with the content of this bio, i find myself at a loss. i'm better at the impromptu i believe. anyway, i write "poetry" which my family and friends patronizingly say is fine. however, the professor at our local college, (Bucks County, Pa. Poet Laureate for several years) seemed to have quite a different and less complimentary opinion. (smile).. i write for therapy which is more than any person should expect. it seems to be safer than medication and a lot less expensive.
i'm not an artist, a photographer, a musician, or a math teacher. i do APPRECIATE art, film, music and i like math. (smile).. i travel the highway and i have 13 earrings in my left ear. that's all i can think of that's "clever". |
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