i am with you
in this strange new
unreality
i remember the world
as it was
as you were
in case
you need reminding
Tag: Eternity
in his kitchen counter leaning
day dreams
i am always sunday morning seated
in my designated chair
by the window
wearing my just out of bed best
reflecting all of it in the coffee
the light and shadows
an imperfect world has to offer
we are absent mythology to each other
the regrets of dead parents know best
baby, i’m sorry about your mother
thank you
for conjuring and reminding my father
it’s my birthday
i’d like to think
he’s out there somewhere
lighting me
a candle topped cupcake
in heaven
there are days
when i can’t tell the two of you apart
only love remains
emerson said
poetry begins
when we live
from the center outward
an explosion
which begs the question
How old is poetry?
poetry is as old as
the first trillionth of a second
it is older than the rings of saturn
poetry was there
the moment william shakespeare
learned to write his name
it was the first ivory key
beethoven ever touched
with his chubby baby finger
poetry was present
when da vinci
married mona lisa off
to the renaissance man
it existed within the wooden paint brush
van gogh dipped into the color blue
it is being made dizzy by gillespie
one night in tunisia
poetry is the inch between true love’s kiss
it lives in the shadows creeping across
humphrey bogart’s face
poetry is a bird silently in flight
it is the light in your child’s eyes
poetry is accepting
life is like being at a great party
and nobody knows who threw it
black and white
force of nature
with the greenest eyes
you remind me of the need
for ornery things
who scuttle about
reeking havoc
in our lives
