was stifling hot
I’m closing blinds, opening windows
closing windows, opening blinds
trying to create some breeze
the daffodils have died
the hyacinths have dried
no longer sweet
my house feel like a prison
and I am caged, contained
only blackbirds for company
the clasp in the gold chain
that threaded my wife’s
gold wedding ring broke
scattering chain and ring on the floor
why create a beautiful substantial
gold chain and attach a cheap clasp
and what is the symbolism
of a cheap clasp that fails?
A casual acquaintance
writes me a beautiful poem
the winds come
the rains come
blowing away humid stale air
rinsing and replenishing the earth
and today
ugly unkept bushes
bloom with sweet smelling flowers
which I clip, bring inside
my home now smelling sweet.
Is there a message here?
Probably not,
except that today
is a beautiful day
and I am feeling…
content.
Peter Goodwin
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well, May's away this very day
ReplyDeleteso Peter posted first
and though he's tired of his inspired
poems, it might be worse.
It could be like this one, let's say
words forced, even coerced
Tomorrow I'll get into it
I'll jump right in, head first!
Maggie Creshkoff
Another of the drafts I wrote while in NYC.
ReplyDeletePoem for Friday 4/9/10
Walking in NYC
I had a thought today
Walking Fifth Avenue
The spine of a good poem
But now in the hotel
And at the computer
The thought of course is gone.
What was it about?
The German tourists
Crowding the ticket
Booth and MOMA’s shop
All more slender than
Most Americans?
What was it, huh?
The gold statue
Prometheus
Ice skaters at
Rockerfeller?
What was it?
St. Patrick’s
St Thomas’
Paddy’s Bar?
What’s it?
Antiques?
Ann Kline’s?
What?
Up!
May Kuroiwa