A Lapse in Mental Agility
There's a certain pleasure found in solitude, a time aloof from the bustling world. There's a taste of satisfaction along the ragged road of age. Who cares if I bury trinkets near the bulrush pond...
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Attention: Suppliant of the finches' forest-- I called and sang and no one came, I called again and heard your name beside the ferns where wood and water slept. I crept into imagination.You were...
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I need a honeysuckling scent to blow across this lack of status, this happenstance of nothing in particular. I crave the smell of new-poured rain as if it were a drink addition, as if it were the...
View ArticleThe Day Before
I want to pick up pieces from a past, glue them together, create a new puzzle with a prettier picture. I want to relive special events, retract, regroup, remember the innocent and virtuous 13 years,...
View ArticleIn Less Than 13 Seconds
If my routine met your afternoon on a Thursday after tea and macaroons, I swear my fringe would curl and frills would justify the opportunity. It's not everyday one trudges along and stumbles on a...
View ArticleSeasonable Stirring
Send me a line that I may revel in, one that lights my day with autumn sun. O be it like October's county fair, a stem of roses for my hair or be it bleak and cold December, bitter winter. Thrill...
View ArticleAn Artist of Sorts
I retire to an evening with a bolt, a quick locked door and casual wear, hair tied up as if I were about to paint mural; a splash of auburn here, a bit of red there, a sip of wine at intervals, lots...
View ArticleA Lasting Tryst
I douse myself with memory, some misery, I can't decide if this yearn is what it's cracked up to be. There's been a lasting tryst with Rain, my suitor by the morning side and at my feet in...
View ArticleAnother Trip to Bora Bora
I've grown accustomed to this weathered town, this sea-bent border of a city; the withered house, despite its ho-hum dregs of monotony provide a sanctuary for sizable whims and seizable fantasies....
View ArticleFor All That Ails
Here on the outskirts of a lifetimeI sit,I wonder,I rememberlong-hemmed afternoonsand tandem bikesand feeding pigeons in the parkas if a pocketful of peanutsmeant a great thanksgiving–a pale...
View ArticleFrom Summer Mist to Mother's Birds
There's a summer mist on the windowpane, I stare at a sultry bead of moisture. It's funny how a simple mind wanders aimlessly, how it thinks of checkered cloth or little gray wrens at the oddest...
View ArticleDrifting
I put my finger on the screen, the cursor on a verse, I swear I feel a jolt, a bolt of camaraderie. I don't know what makes sense anymore, and frankly I'm too old to care. I've come to terms with an...
View ArticleOn a Wooden Bridge in Hardin County
Let's say you are here, where the sultry coast meets the afternoon and the afternoon creates an atmosphere of camaraderie and drags its feet into the night. We skip along the seaside inn over...
View ArticleCinnabar Jack
It was on a sea of peacock ore that Jack of the water and the quaint sea urchin set their sails on a night of vermillion stars. Each had halo far and wide that glowed as pharos bright as suns and...
View ArticleRooftops and Bougainvillea
In the big woods behind the house edged against the lowland swamps, cypress trees sprout in the rivers and dot the curves of every creek. Bougainvilleas bloom with the wrap of trumpet vines and bells...
View ArticleCastles & Moats & Harrison Ford
It's not politics or current events or international commerce and trade, it's not Hollywood or the Metropolitan Opera that influence me, my way of life or my mode of thinking. It's not the democrats...
View ArticleSometimes (by Rich Roach and Sandy Reynolds)
This was written sometime in 2005, by Rich Roach and Sandy Reynolds. Sometimes Sometimes I am a balloon, wishing to hear the sound of myself popping, pricked by ingratitude. Sometimes I am a...
View ArticleLike a Sailboat
I want to take this poem and fold it into a shape-- maybe of something seizable like a sailboat, maybe of something more unattainable like a fan-tail grackle. I'm floundering on the unsurety of...
View ArticleA Lapse in Mental Agility
There's a certain pleasure found in solitude, a time aloof from the bustling world. There's a taste of satisfaction along the ragged road of age. Who cares if I bury trinkets near the bulrush pond...
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