Poet Commentaries

July 2018

The Seven Sees

July 12, 2018 // 0 Comments

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I am adding daily to this till I am done or bored, which is the same thing…boredom is like a dropped petal when the bloom is done…it is finished.  Of course the [...]

Lyla Buds

July 8, 2018 // 0 Comments

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My knees are in mint, my hands in spring tea pulling out leaves.  At my side are buds, pods and a granddaughter. Only the Lilac and the Bridal Veil are in bloom. She stirs [...]

That Garden

July 6, 2018 // 0 Comments

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  the short barrel ribbed man his fenced yard at the corner of Mish Mash and Eclectic . the skid row next to shed are splintered pickets and a hen’s house tsk tsk tsk [...]

Welled Up

July 4, 2018 // 0 Comments

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a wave of tears on the shoreline ground sand . Little bobbles and shells picked and pocketed; rubbed rosaries, washed up last night from strong waves in a violent unwelling . [...]

Tares and Wheat

July 3, 2018 // 0 Comments

“This is a rhizome”.  I loosen the dirt as it is pulled, gently coaxing sixteen inches of blue grass out of the garden.  The little nodes with the new growth are shown [...]

My Walker

July 2, 2018 // 0 Comments

The leaf rolled beside her, unshod and long past supple. It chattered along with clicked skips and a breezy gait; finally matching her pace. . It was the leaf’s monologue [...]

Concocting I

July 1, 2018 // 0 Comments

I write the following poem in response to the question “Does Intelligence have any value in today’s society”  Though it is of great personal worth I do [...]