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Sep 2016 · 544
Persistent Thoughts
Indian summer
a late rainy morning
still in bed, gazing
at your empty side.
Is that the aroma of coffee
and crisp-fried bacon
wafting into our room
enticing me to rise?
Tears fill my eyes--
no use, no use,
no use to pretend.
You'll never return
cancer made sure of that...
Sep 2016 · 355
Dear Online Poet
do not rush to post
a poem written in the
early hours of morning
following a night of
indulging in dope or
Irish whisky neat
or a poem written
cold sober--you are
too close to your precious
creation to view it objectively

let the poem simmer
in your creative juices,
giving it a rest as a baker
does a ball of dough
after kneading it

let a few days pass then
reread your poem; read it aloud;
record it, listen to the recording--
does it read the way it hears?
revise appropriately applying
the process above to the revision

before you post the revised piece
edit for typos and errors
of grammar or spelling

following this process
shows you respect your poem
and your potential readers
who will read and respond in kind
my neighbor's red hibiscus bush
hangs over my fence
blood blossoms sway
in a slight breeze
five flowers in hand
I head indoors
to brew hibiscus tea
Sep 2016 · 1.4k
A Rhetorical Question
If you know why
salmon swim upstream
in a suicidal attempt to
get back to their beginnings
and why lemmings head
en masse for the sea
and why drones who
service the queen bee
inevitably die,
then tell me why
I who should follow
their lead hold back?
Am I afraid to find
that the pain of leaving
might be less than the
pain of staying behind?
Is this what salmon, lemmings
and drones all know?
And so they willingly go?
Aug 2016 · 316
Supple
hobbling
on arthritic hips
I remember
those long-ago years
when I knew not physical pain
but the heartaches,
the heartbreaks remain--
legacy of lost love...

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