Moon

Through the eclipse I was pondering

Forever incandescence, waxing & waning

Child's tenacity & poet's songs

Images of the woman inside, sitting & spinning

Peaceful at distance, still & yet not dull

and the disaster it creates when try to come closer to beloved earth.

Well some seas are always jealous.

A moon is a moon, is a moon

Noah' ark

Itching to write or writing to itch? Well, both. So here, a poem on spurrrrr of the moment-

"She was thrilled of things she make, irrelevance to spices,
he was keen, on things he shape, irrespective of consequences

They built nothing, but an ark of paper. nor shelter, warmth & sans comfort
It squashed when rain, squeezed when folded & screeched when trapped.

Remembering- Lester William Polfus

In the fond memory of-

Lester William Polfus

[June 1915 - August 2009]

"Vaya con Dios" [Go with God]

"Its been a long long time"

"rumors are flying", "whispering"

"the "magic melody"

"I'm confessin", my "lover" from "brazil",

"my baby's comin home"

"how high the moon";

"the world is waiting for sunrise"

...

"Nola", "what is this thing called love"

"take in your arms and hold"

"put a ring in my finger"

"in a good ol summertime"

...

"I am sitting on top of world"

"bye bye blues"

"Don'cha hear them bells", "jingle bells"

"hummingbird"

"my baby' comin home"

"its been long long time"