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Tag Archives: Poetry
Free jazz: notes cascading from horns, cords striding across eighty-eight keys, while rhythms on drum kits beat. To the unaccustomed ear an explosion of unrelated sounds, each instrument contesting for center stage. But, are these musicians more than a congregation … Continue reading
I have heard that with every step we take, we stir up the dust of dinosaurs decayed into their mineral compositions.
How picturesque the garden seats, benches and Adirondacks, placed in charming locations for walkers to smile at as they stroll through the neighborhood. But, why are they always empty? Have your even see them occupied, with a neighbor greeting you, … Continue reading
Widely scattereds showers, predicted in panoramic view across the bay forming pillars, five across, supporting the bridge of clouds that span the sky
Conversations that never happened, According to those who were not there.
Why do some endure the trials of sport, While other stand by at the side-lines? I walk the shore, watching birds, Then see the surfers drift Where cormorants should be. The camera lens captures Waves building, then cresting, Rolling foaming … Continue reading
Tears of joy, Tears of sorrow, Memories of events passed, Thoughts of those to follow.