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…

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…

Splashy

The river in its infinite variety Is always the same, running this Way and that, making waves, or Having them made on it by the Passing boats and barges in Their infinite variety, always The same but different

Undaunted

Tulips defy the wind and the rain Their color brightening despite the Dampening onslaught, standing up For their season, this cruellest month Beats them down, but fails to defeat

Am I a poet

It is really not right that I call myself A poet, poets work long and hard to Represent their reality, and I write Fast and reflectively, or is it reflexively, Spitting out my truths in short, rapid Bursts, bursts light and dark to Represent the world I see, or hear

Viewpoints

This would be my establishing shot, looking over the river at night fall. Glistening lights on the 59th Street bridge, the water illuminated by reflections from Roosevelt Island’s well-lit towers are magical. The clouds, minutes earlier prominent lines in the evening sketch, fade into the darkening sky. Water, even in darkness, has a power over…

Heart II Heart

The heart’s a muscle, often standing in for love, Beating 72 pumps per minute, fuelling our feelings of Tenderness and remorse. Are we trivializing the work it does, Just keeping us alive, powering us with the sustenance we need, Nourishing every other organ with the blood-fuel that charges Rapidly through our veins? This seems like…

II Hearts

The heart, a muscle, often stands in for love Is it really the organ of our desires? Does it feel the pangs of loss or The exhilaration of romance? Does it quake with lust? Does it Quiver when Cupid’s Arrow hits its mark? Is it deflated by rejection or dejected and Unnerved when the object…

Cloudy skies

There are clouds floating above, Some, like fluffy balls of cotton candy, grace through the sky, Others are like grey icebergs waiting for a passing ship to hit Or perhaps just sitting in the blue haze in menace of your bright day Stay in control of who you are and keep those eager clouds at…