May 1, 2019

Because I Sat

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Because I sat for a moment

On a stone bench

Feet on pebbled concrete

I noticed more bird song

With each breath

In

Then

Out

I saw a crow fly above me

With long bits of the garden

In beak

Back

And

Forth

Creating home in a tall white pine

Life was happening

Around me

Not

To

Me

Because I rested

Breathing

In

Then

Out

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A Free Verse Poem

February 23, 2019

Soft Gentle Distraction

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Soft hands are of no interest to me

Is my first thought but I realize

That’s not exactly true.

I’m sort of obsessed with them

Morbidly fascinated by the life lived

Resulting in no calluses, no broken nails

No cracked skin, no permanent grease stains

No dirt (no longer soil) embedded on the side of the index finger

Not a sign of that organic complex that

Supports life in any corner of a nail.

Lives so foreign to me and mine.

And so I sit and stare at hands

Men’s mostly.

Having a different unrealistic absurd standard

For women’s hands.

Not wondering about their soft hands

Not wondering why their soft hands aren’t repulsive

And why men’s soft hands are. To me.

Not wondering why I care at all or

Why I’m not just worried about my own damn self

Or the actual subject of this (yet another) meeting.

Instead here I fixate on pristine doughy man hands

Only wondering if I’m making a face

As I stare.

January 30, 2019

Party Favors

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Silently unfurling

Sunshine and warmth for breath

Celebrating the dormant cold

Quietly and alone

Like me as snowflakes and

Mercury tumble down around.

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Metaphor and simile poem

December 30

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A Ministry Concert at the old Electric Factory in Philadelphia

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Colorful lights

dot the small spaces

left where the instruments

of strings and percussion

and voice did not fill.

These colorful orbs

the only refuge for

lightness and brightness

for two hours

in a reverberating

urban cave.

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A Free Verse Poem

Photo by CJF

November 28

Contumelious

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An archaic term

Old-fashioned, antiquated

Yet we witness living examples daily

On television, on radio

In big white houses and small suburban homes

Perhaps not obsolete but modern

Perhaps not irrelevant but relevant

Perhaps not anachronistic but timely

We need a new way to describe daily horror

Why not use an outmoded term

Describing modern behavior perfectly?

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(A Free Verse Poem)

May 17

Connotation

(Inspired by Pensive or Thoughtful Mood a 1939 sculpture by Stella Elkins Tyler)

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Rubenesque a negative

Willowy a positive

Zaftig to avoid

Slender to attain

Chubby a dislike

Skinny a desire

Stout to loathe

Svelte to long

Why do these words dictate decisions and self-worth

When they say nothing about inner beauty and character?

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(A Decastitch Poem)