impatiently...
impatiently for three nights I sat
out in the purple-pink dusk.
....lighting one up, I lean against the post.
the smoke wafts into warm blue dusk,
but i sift in dream mode
to the other side of the peninsula.
honey, what do you wear there?
the rays of heat make you sweat i know.
but, my cool hand touches your cheek
and pulls away some of the tension.
I wonder and wait here
for some sign in my mirror.
just "Send Me a Smile"
and I'll breathe.
this blue glove of uneasiness grips me.
sleep blinks once and is gone.
the lantern so high.
just waiting.
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hhmmm, having been put in the position of "trying" to be clever with the content of this bio, i find myself at a loss. i'm better at the impromptu i believe. anyway, i write "poetry" which my family and friends patronizingly say is fine. however, the professor at our local college, (Bucks County, Pa. Poet Laureate for several years) seemed to have quite a different and less complimentary opinion. (smile).. i write for therapy which is more than any person should expect. it seems to be safer than medication and a lot less expensive.
i'm not an artist, a photographer, a musician, or a math teacher. i do APPRECIATE art, film, music and i like math. (smile).. i travel the highway and i have 13 earrings in my left ear. that's all i can think of that's "clever". |
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