Missives missing marks
lost in mist meaning ether
feelings unspoken.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Monday, June 25, 2012
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
baseball poem
frozen cleat marks
behind the backstop
bare branches creaking
in the cold winter wind
the mound stands naked
within an infield
clothed in white
snow on the bleachers
where fans will sit again
when spring comes
dreams thaw
and the boys play
on grass grown anew
60 days until pitchers and catchers report.
behind the backstop
bare branches creaking
in the cold winter wind
the mound stands naked
within an infield
clothed in white
snow on the bleachers
where fans will sit again
when spring comes
dreams thaw
and the boys play
on grass grown anew
60 days until pitchers and catchers report.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
While waiting, watching, listening at my son's aikido class
Turn the feet, turn the hips
words, levers, passing lips
finding right ones
forces change
old feeling runs
as ideas rearrange
shocking talking
biting writing
whipped opinions
at the end of a rope
the power to move you
starts with hope.
words, levers, passing lips
finding right ones
forces change
old feeling runs
as ideas rearrange
shocking talking
biting writing
whipped opinions
at the end of a rope
the power to move you
starts with hope.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
first rain
the dusty musty smell of asphalt at first rain
assaults nostrils
triggers memories of drought and relief
dirty unseen steam signifies the sky's release
before rivulets before mud before lifeblood moistens roots
the odor of filth and oil, spit and piss
called forth by the storm's vanguard
an ugly mirror
clean clouds pour down pure water
and the city reflects back a black dank stink
it reminds me of LA, it reminds me of home.
assaults nostrils
triggers memories of drought and relief
dirty unseen steam signifies the sky's release
before rivulets before mud before lifeblood moistens roots
the odor of filth and oil, spit and piss
called forth by the storm's vanguard
an ugly mirror
clean clouds pour down pure water
and the city reflects back a black dank stink
it reminds me of LA, it reminds me of home.
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