The man in the garden.

A gentle man
whose nose
crossed my path
encircled
by water lilies
and strange trees
not in that garden -
in a park somewhere.

A nice man
whose nose
tumbled in my path
surrounded
by life in general
and odd existences
not in that country
but elsewhere.

A fine man
whose nose
leaped on to my path
intertwined
by pure accident
and guarded quest
never expected
yet appreciated.

A terrific man
whose nose
lingers on my path
knotted
by sheer hope
and just friendship
committed
by joint affiliation.

Ice redux

Wows of anger
melting thick ice
shedding the shield
deep in the thicket
finding the roots
for naught!
Knots of anger
melting thinner ice
comes with inkling
respecting elders
grasping their roots
for nil!
Whorls of anger
melting the ice
cool your vindication
venturing to recapture
your self contentment
of being.

Change - always the same

Blackberry winter
inside - outside the screen
soaring in modernity
lacking original thoughts.

Unless one is a true visionary
pack up and join the mediocrity.
An optimist will find that bit
of pure spark in everyone.

Alas - not always an enthusiast
everyday seems so squeaky.
Pick up yourself (all you have)
spring is breezing in - eventually.

Bored and thinking of
"Ode on an Grecian Urn"

Sen-Flex-Rabing

Reclaiming memories
Activating my perception
Sensationing

Recounting feelings
Energizing my reception
Reflexillation

Registering visions
Applying my suspicion
Denurabiling

Releasing intuitions
Empowering my devotion
to koshering.

On trying to write my memoirs -
difficulties abound. Can one really be
all truthful?
Poet's play with creating new words.

Left - right

Morning musings...

Two people read...

the same newspaper.

Might as well be...

two different dailies!

Stolen identity

Evil is in the world
somebody takes over
your identity!

Evil is in the world
cautiousness adviced
your self - no longer?

Accept evil and fight
for what is not right
you are still you!!

My brother took all the sleds!

22 and counting versus 19 plus
he took all the sleds -
left nothing for me!

Duh, kid what am I supposed to do?

Sibling rivalry is alive and kicking!

Modern communication:
Cell phone
Did you take the sleds?
Yes

So mother of invention:
Buggy boards?
Lets see
a frying pan?

Huh!

Shimmering sun strokes
shadows on snowy lawn
calm landscape.

Slithering sneaky snakes
showing their irreverent pattern
unreal fission.

Slippery wholesome life
everything is change
accept it - humorously?

Watery Wallpapers

- electronic visions -
water willingly weightless -
vacillating visions of veracity
spiked with polished introverted reveries
of harmonizing reality with longings

for

childhood charms

Language

Be a good girl - eat your porridge!
be a good girl - don't go with strangers!
be a good girl - say thank you for the gift!

be a good girl
be a good girl
be a good girl

Be a smart boy - eat your veggies!
be a careful boy - don't knock old ladies down!
be an intelligent boy - acknowledge the giver!

Language is ever important!

(On remembering the 1950ies)

Worries

Apprehension
I sent off a baby
to be weighed

Trepidation
the nursling's measure
will augur

Consternation
my offspring grows
without my guidance

Agitation
I have to let go
plummet or soar.

Jetlag

One week
no sleep
out sync
down drain
lighthead
coffee savior.

Grandbaby!

Baby face so far away
your smile displays on ether
grandchild of Aussie

Change is in your face
your mom's sends her riposte
grandson of Aussie

Wish I could see you
when you sleep at night
grandlad of Dane

Want to hug you always
while you cry
grandfellow of Dane

I think of you sweet little one
to sense you are alive
Aussie, Dane, of Earth.

First flake

Snow memories
of childhood
the crispy first flake
taste of chill
on my tongue -
it will not last.

The Siren

It howls It screechs
it mauls the ears
not like its "namesake"
the Siren of the Odyssey.
It truly denotes "help":
The dogs duly yelp.
Somebody is dying,
someone is near the end.
So if you hear this wail
You are still full sail.
It howls. It screechs
It penetrates your soul.

On listening to the siren in a little village in France.
The siren will alert the Firemen/Ambulance
and you will know it is serious.

Plus cela change

I am an olive
me I am a blackcurrant
My color is green says the grass
your color is purple, accuses the elephant
I am what I am
acceptance?
In this world no!

Richness perceived

Through American eyes
I see our little European home
for the first time:
it is tiny!
Through fancy eyes
I see my little French village
for the second time:
it is small!
Through outer-European eyes
I see my life
for the third time:
I know I am rich!

20 minutes?

Humor your spouse with humor
otherwise you will die
laugh of your own idosyncrasies
and your spouse's - in private!

Know that we are all mortal
Cesar will salute the dead
just as he was saluted - with knife wounds
ah - how little we all are -
how big we all want to be.

In 80 years the world as we know it
cease to exist in this jolly mode.
Yet in Iraq and other wars hampered areas
your day may stop to exist
- in 20 minutes or less!

Bel-Ami

Bel-Ami
charming as only the novel's character
lover of many women
cannot comprehend
why the ladies do want him for their own,
he loves the world
therefore the world must love him back
and if he should have more than one,
it doesn't hurt
- h i m!-

Wintertide
whirling leftover leaves
dog determined to walk
worms hiding in the dirt
will spring come?

Yuletide
signs up everywhere
shops and on the abodes
in our western world
tingling escapism?

Sleepytide
blooms are hiding
animals hibernating
or lying low
will seedtime burst?