not just cookies…my poem

not just cookies…my poem

the crumbs beckon…

 

 

not just cookies…

 

Don’t reach for the last one,

not yet,

let the full taste linger,

let the crunch

   become a munch,

let the crumbs beckon,

lick your fingers

   one last time,

then go ahead.

Do it.

Eat the last macaroon.

Say “thank you!”

   right out loud,

let everyone hear it!

 

May 25, 2025

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Book review: An Empire on the Edge

by Nick Bunker

The British wanted to win

       the Revolutionary War,

    but they had good reasons

        for not trying too hard…

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“Darkness begs for light…”…“View,” my poem

“Darkness begs for light…”…“View,” my poem

children show the way…

 

 

View

 

Darkness begs for light.

 

The shaded bower does not fight

   the sun’s traverse,

the first bright ray

   that heralds day…

 

The night embraces all its dark,

at dusk the light well knows

   to fade,

faint stars are meagre,

creatures huddle

   to protect their own,

endings seem to come to fore,

but dawn begins

   to make its way…

 

Great shadows linger

   in the barn’s high reach,

the hay is mounded,

making dark spaces

   where no one goes,

making the hiding spots

   that no one knows,

 

and yet the children

   climb old ladders,

and flounce the hay and shout

   and guard their lantern

      in the shadows,

and heed the lure of dark,

and make some day

   as they make their lark…

 

May 29, 2025

inspired by “…to make sunshine in a shady place.”  from The Sketches of Louisa May Alcott, by Louisa May Alcott, New York: Ironweed Press, Inc., 2001, 282 pages, p. 250

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the TV screen won’t stop talking…my poem

the TV screen won’t stop talking…my poem

you know what to do…

 

point and squeeze

 

Shoot me if I start watching TV again.

 

I don’t want to be

   like the old lady in the wheelchair

      who turns, with some visible pain,

to gaze at the TV screen as she’s pushed past it.

 

I don’t want to be

   like the old guy in the fitness room

      who sits on his exercise chair

         and looks up, fixated with mouth agape,

at the TV screen that won’t stop talking.

 

I don’t want to be

   like the people in the waiting room

      who can’t stop looking

         at the TV screen

            with the sound turned down.

 

Keep an eye on me—you know what to do.

 

May 14, 2025

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The Scarlet Letter, victim of Hollywood

Nathaniel Hawthorne’s version is best

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“lovers will caress such words…”…“such as…”, my poem

“lovers will caress such words…”…“such as…”, my poem

words as ring with fire…

 

 

such as…

 

I write such words as may inspire,

and to what end?—you may inquire…

I choose such words as ring with fire,

you hear them as you will.

 

My words conspire to sound such joy,

such pleasure as may climb a hill

and sing such songs as linger still

on lips that kiss the tune.

 

I write such words that whisper true

and tell such tales of rhyme and flame,

that lovers will caress such words

and angels learn their name.

 

May 18, 2025

Rhyming inspired by “Lepanto” by Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936)

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Book review: Lafayette by Harlow Unger

He was a great man. Also rich and lucky.

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“does she sing in silence…”…“adoro,” my poem

“does she sing in silence…”…“adoro,” my poem

wonderment…

 

 

adoro

 

Angels we can never see,

my dearest one may be an angel…

 

does she weep when I fail my better nature?

does she sing in silence when I do a good thing?

does she touch me when I wonder?

does she hold me to her

   when I need

      to feel a warmth in my world?

 

December 8, 2024

 

inspired by “For the Heartbroken” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, December 8, 2024, on her website

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Book review: The Sea Runners

…it informs, it does not soar…

by Ivan Doig

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“…some part is ocean?…”…“my sand,” my poem

“…some part is ocean?…”…“my sand,” my poem

sand is humble…

 

 

my sand

 

When did I first know

   that inside of me

      some part is ocean?

 

I feel the gift

   of a swelling crest,

I carry little waves

   to make a shore

      wherever I may need

         to stop and rest,

 

I see afar with eyes of birds,

   I skim a surf

      where no one goes,

I walk with you

   and wonder

      that we may have different sand

         between our toes,

 

the breaker sound

   is a familiar call,

you may hear me hum

   but can you hear

      my offshore breeze,

the plover’s song that

   lingers at my ear?

 

The ocean part of me is older, noisier,

easier, light like driftwood,

calm as sunsets,

sure as tides,

bright as sunrise,

as humble as sand,

eternal like blue water.

 

April 26, 2025

Inspired by a haiku by Rosemary Wahtola Trommer, April 20, 2025.

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Book review: Shantung Compound

They didn’t care much

        about each other…

by Langdon Gilkey

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