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Sunday Morning ….a list poem

~

hopes regrets duke it out
sleeps grabs purse steps out
albino squirrel hastens withdraws
usual plays on deck staircase
teapot whistles readiness
boiling up a commotion
I groggily stand upright
grabbing tall mug for tea
fingers fumbling for favorite
cookie in ritual tea dunking
eyes clear as shaken head
settles to even keel
pillow mussed tousled hair
fall in place at own pace
dregs in cup tell no tales
relieved bereft I sigh amidst
normal inner gurgles
spilling laughter leaking
from joyous inner spirit
whooshing out genie
astride Fall’s broomstick
to begin “pottering”
about this lazy laid back
New York Sunday morning
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Fall

“A poem is never finished, only abandoned.”
– Paul Valery

~
Nip
In air has
Begun
nibbling
Naked
Ankles
Summer
Gone for broke
Forlornly stares
at own shattered
Piggy bank with
vacant eyes
Seasoned
Leaves hanging
On trees are changing
Green hues on cue
Aping full spectrum
Chameleonic vibrancy
Then
Gently
weaning
Selves from mother
Trees to soon commit
Group harakiri
Landing
In hordes
Underfoot
Covering streets
And or drunkenly
dancing in air
Finally
In last throes
Getting throughly
Scrunched underfoot
For losing selves fully prior
To nouveau resurgencies
As Every
ending
Is verily
a new
Beginning
and

vice versa
~

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lambent

lambent
firefly
moments
daintily
alight
on
life’s palm
merely
nano
seconds

akin
to those
final licks
of ice-creams
on hot
sticky days
momentarily
pleasuring
prior to refueling
a sense
of loss

dangles
withdrawals
fait accompli
summary
cutoffs
or excruciatingly
slow weaning
of comfort
zones
happen
constantly

nothing
is sacrosanct
territorial

ultimately
collector
of souls
deflates
equalizing
rendering
level playing
fields
for all

~

image

heave-ho

cupped palms
held ego
prior to gentle
heave-ho

it squealed
why so rude
you know I
easily bruise

in reply
I chortled
that is
why!

yin yang

fate-slapped
time again
I weigh
losses gains
scale crazily
tilts
this way
that
unable
to make
own
mind
~

I
decide
to enjoy
moody
blues
tad
more
before
letting
natural
buoyancy
regain
control

~

painting is by Matisse
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