Archive for September 2016:

Sunday Morning ….a list poem

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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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yehudaEdri

Fall

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

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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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