Words cannot express

When I lost my mother tongue I gave up my otherness It was important to me, once, I thought, to be different, to Avoid  the chameleon cloak of Conformity, the pull of belonging. When I lost my native language, I gave up the tribe to which I Was born, where I belong is Here, reflected…

At the first

via Daily Prompt: Blush When first we fell in love, we were sure It would be forever, as if nothing could Separate us, like Romeo and Juliet, only We would not be duped into death as They were, ours would be a lifetime of Devotion, and there would be no compromise, No surprises at our…

I will not

I will not lie and suggest it doesn’t shock Change is so subtle that it goes almost Unnoticed in the familiar, your  body to Which I am as accustomed as to my own Moves around me, its faultlines evident and Marked just as the wrinkles that drag on Mine mock my mortality so that it…

Life is sweeter — Commenting

Life is sweeter when mixed with the bitter It’s an irony, they take the honeyed with the Strangely acerbic, and the alchemy takes the Sour from life, and lightens the heart, evens our Breathing, it seems we need the spectrum of Tastes to appreciate what each brings forth Sharp, acidic, sugary, spiced, mild and mellow […]…

Fall

As the weather turns from sultry to sublime,/ The leaves blush with the pleasure of the/ new season and in anticipation of a/ frosty sleep to come. In the Fall,/ time is their friend and ours.  

At Play

The waters ripple in the evening Tide, the moon, their soul mate, Hidden in a darkened sky is not Playful, even as the river scampers Across from shore to shore, released From its daytime duties, away from The sun, cloaked in darkness Does it search for the moon’s light? Or, is it content, running rapidly…

Cloudy and grey

Lying low, so close overhead It feels–or maybe only you do– Like you can touch the sky Billowy, little cotton pillows in White/grey/gray-blue/ with touches Of black or brighter, cleaner, more Clorox and transparent white, Pillowing above the treelines, Over the buildings, so close You can touch the sky

In the wake of

The wake, like a trail on a wedding Gown, at first, like that dress, white With the churning waters, then green With a carpet fringe of the river rapids, Demarking the passing of the ship, A boat, a yacht, really, full-steam quick And powerful, the green carpet left Behind its pull, no less than a…

My establishing shot

This would be my establishing shot The one that sets the place and the Character, facing Roosevelt Island, Connecting to Queens, the lights on The bridge twinkling in twilight, Shadows, the river deep, dark and Mysterious, waters moving slowly With undercurrents, the river establishes Without irony, without self-parody, as Serious as the approaching night, shadows, Not…

Do you remember this?

I have expunged so much and so many from my recollection When they come creeping in, it’s on ghost feet Sometimes I welcome the newly remembered Sometimes I dread the associations they bring me Some memories amuse, others confuse, some Simply disabuse me of my moral superiority, I Have not served truth or justice, not…

A reprint

Favorites sometimes demand a repost. I love this one which I wrote at an earlier time. For the original on which I am commenting and which William Carlos Williams wrote, click here. It is called “This is just to say.” William Carlos Williams apologizes William Carlos Williams apologizes He says he regrets he ate the…

Revival

Some six months ago, I shut down one of my many blogs, Observations: Lest I Forget  and transferred much of its content to this one. I fully intended to put new content here and leave the …Lest I Forget site to history. Truth is, I have a lot about which I wish to opine, and…