A Second Gourd

We walked narrow streets, painted
the image of lost loves into our eyelids
and burnt our voices together. Hallelujahs
were chanted and belted, we rented rooms
at Hotel California, Hurt ourselves today,
Wonderwalled in an awesome chorus.
Our Hearts of Gold shined forth.
There were Storms and Natural Beauty
and a Bridge Over everything at all times.
One of us also tried to woo and steal away
La Mano of a newlywed bride…
we sang about our situation!

The City Sky Painted

21 Monday Oct 2013

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The city sky painted
with the city’s lights
a hazy pink; wind brushing
through our hair, dancing
as our partner.

And each citizen resides
and succumbs to the nights
madrigal of crickets; eyes
close; slumber.

Not a Poet

20 Sunday Oct 2013

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KRB

With life in full swing,
I’m learning all the things.
This is why I am
not a poet.

Favorite Things

19 Saturday Oct 2013

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Baseball, the Pirates, McCutchen and triples
Georges Pierre Seurat and his multiple stipples
Musical musings and Menno hymn-sings
These are a few of my favorite things

Onion and Oatmeal and new Google doodles
YouTube and Facebook and pictures of poodles
Video footage of staged happenings
These are a few of my favorite things

Coltrane, Miles Davis, the ECM label
Playing piano when I feel I’m able
Helping a student find all Wagner Rings
These are a few of my favorite things

When the job sucks
When the car pings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad