At a distance, yells the mysterious creature ––
We’re tired and dozy
Will you keep it down!
What’s with the moaning?
Gloating won’t win
It’s been a long day hiking.
Sun rays bedazzle
Water a mirror reflecting
A glimpse of her world
Staring agape in wonder.
A twilight experience
As the sun winks;
A pause to welcome the night.
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Tall and powerful
His sharp eyes were watching me
Ready to defend
The fine dame and precious clutch,
I leave the nesting pair be
p.s. Happy Midsummer to all who celebrate!
At a sidewalk café, I eavesdrop on a conversation between poets. Sensible artists on a sensitive topic of writing about family and friends; people who are always wary of misrepresentation, for they know writers can steal lives for fiction.
I hear writers master great dialogue. But this exchange spans hours. One poet claims a poem is not worth losing a relationship over, the other states truth is like poetry. The waitress looks at me and smiles, “Everybody knows poets are extremely gracious and generous.” I think about poetics of politeness.
If I were a poet— I wonder if it’s gracious to invite an artist friend, whose hurtful comment on social media I wrote about, for coffee. Not to ask permission, but to announce publication. Perhaps we’d need something strong to loosen the tongue.
unrhymed poetics;
an acrobatic movement
between two artists