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new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
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Monday, March 11, 2013
Unfolding Canvas
Violet-blue anemones in green field
Of yellow-flowered clover—
Set to take over, profusion of red
Encroachers already bleeding through.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Mnemosyne
I remember her saying
As long as you ask for me,
I’ll be here forever
But I forgot to ask her
How long ago that was.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Polyphemus at the Ophthalmologist's
Doc, why are you showing me
All these blasted fuzzy things?
In my mind’s eye, I see nothing
But no man smitten to smithereens
By his own blind issue.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Basket Case Dandy
Christ, it took my breath away—
I saw myself running straight
Down the street in my birthday suit—
Before I could say
you’re making a mistake,
Straightaway they bore me off, babbling
Just you wait and see, I’ll be back
Dressed to kill another day.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Meditation Exercise (Update with Visual)
No matter how lost I am,
Morning after morning
I find myself walking by
Grove after grove of blessèd olives,
Arms outstretched to the sky.
(Updated Monday, March 4)
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