Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Nineteen Eighty-Four Series I of XX



Untitled
away from the sounds of the city
I seek the refuge of solitude
sitting for hours on the front porch
listening to the crackling of crickets
an occasional passerby and
the tiresome squawking of bluebird
whose violation of territory
by a kitten arouses their anxiety;
alone and restless, I pluck the
peddles of a nearby daisy
ending with "she loves me yes,"
and daydream of encounters
yet to be and how lucky I was
for the minutes sitting here thinking
and pondering on, and rightly so...
never have I won the honors
rain intrudes upon my peacefulness
falling gently on the silent
dignity of nature and her inhabitants
as a descending dark covers her serenity
and entering the house, I look back
into the haze of her evening gown.

1984


Untitled
sat all day it sure was frightening
watched the rain and heard the lightening,
saw a bird flying towards a tree
and wondered what you meant to me,
took a smoke and combed my hair
turned around but you weren't there.

lady loved me fast and strong
lady loved me much too long
lady wept and lady cried
lady hurt too much inside

couples fight and couples stray
don't want to hear what the others say,
lines are drawn as if to lure
for what we know there is no cure,
after hours when we must share
giving what we can is only fair.

lady loved me fast and strong
lady loved me all night long
lady wept and lady cried
lady gave me what she could not hide

1984

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