Thanksgiving Sonnet
I composed the sonnet below, inspired by a story a boy in kindergarten told me as he drew the above picture. His story, about someone cooking a Thanksgiving dinner in […]
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Poetry
The Mist in Poetry
Mist Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain-head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream-drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the air, Where bloom the daisied banks and violets, And
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Two Sonnets: Light and Dark
Both mediocre… The Hudson River flows into the sea. The tide thrusts back with all its mighty power. Swim a river race and you will see the current’s back-and-forth is
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The Sun in Poetry
In a Breath To the Williamson Brothers High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors. Women traipsing along in flimsy clothes
Driving Test: Relieved, Exhausted
A major source of anxiety over the past month has been the driving test I take every year to confirm I can still drive safely as a Parkie. Last year
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The Sun in Poetry (Palate Cleanser #2)
Hoar-Frost In the cloud-grey mornings I heard the herons flying; And when I came into my garden, My silken outer-garment Trailed over withered leaves. A dried leaf crumbles at a
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The Sun in Poetry (Palate Cleanser)
As an antidote to my dark sonnet yesterday, I offer this lighter poem about looking in the mirror and growing older. BTW my throbbing headache has segued into a cold. A
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Downer @ the Dentist = One Sick, Sad Sonnet
I went to the dentist this morning with a cracked filling and throbbing toothache. I thought he would patch me up then and there, but no! The whole tooth is
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The Sun In Poetry *And* A Real Sonnet
October Bending above the spicy woods which blaze, Arch skies so blue they flash, and hold the sun Immeasurably far; the waters run Too slow, so freighted are the river-ways
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The Sun and Moon in Poetry
Passage A dark sail, Like a wild-goose wing, Where the sunset was. The moon soon will silver its sinewy flight Thro the night watches, And the far flight Of those
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