VERDANT MUSELate afternoon zephyrs stir the canopyMore Like This
sifting glowing rays into diffusions of green
staged, staggered, stacked and spread
upon a meadow in my eyes, in my head.
Graced with close observation
of the young male hawk
his slow turns backlit
by spring sun swinging on wings.
These exquisite things and more
make the day precious in peace.
Cock cardinal challenges and is
distant challenged in return.
His song is dominant in tone
it resonates through sunlit treetops
carried on spring scented air
to be shared by those who care for such things.
He sings a softer soliloquy, unanswered
his plangent call to scarlet cuddle.
A buzzard scores the sparse cloudy blue
very high now number two
other avian singers sounding off
cock cardinal has a player.
PAST MIDNIGHTAbout a half hour past midnightMore Like This
I write for the first time in a long time.
Surely it seemed so since last I lay lead to line
to entreat my hungry mind, finding the effort sweet.
I should treat myself to more such indulgence
as the wind howls outside the house.
Blue began the day until lines of chemtrails
lay grid patterns that heralded overcast.
Blasts of cool air rock early stems of plants
that are vanguard of this year's garden
of Earthy Deep Heights I shall seek to expand
as I stand ready to sweat out a hot summer.
Ah, but that is yet to come, for some never,
as ever I write, my delight past midnight.
BRUBECKI take time out to reflectMore Like This
upon a checkered path.
Along that rollercoaster ride
there was wonderful music.
Today I realize just how much
of that music was jazz
that, and how much I love it.
Stan Getz and Dave Brubeck stand out.
Brubeck's albums with Paul Desmond
felt so good in my head, like "HER"
by Stan Getz, "Time Out" is a journey
upon an ocean of audio mindscape.
When life was new, wonderful
when life young, innocent
when things were easy, easy I say
as a Sunday afternoon.
SuicideEncompassed in a broken societyMore Like This
Surrounded by contrasting copies of myself
Escape through the back door
Ignored, unnoticed, forevermore
Alone when I'm deserted
Alone when I'm with friends
Alone when I'm with family
Alone until the end
Drowning not in black and white
But dissolving into grey
Everywhere I look about
Everything's the same
Life's become so dull and dismal
New adventures locked behind closed doors
And the keys are pills and razors
And it starts when I hit the floor