Life’s a Beach

“Life’s a Beach” Hello, you hula-skirted palm tree’s sway. I hear a ukulele’s wistful song. It’s borne upon the breeze that floats my way as shiny shells in water roll along. The scent of seaweed and the cry of gull beneath the yellow sun that glistens where the rushing waves of water stir my soul.…

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“Love is Blind on Such a Night”

“Love is Blind on Such a Night” Was on a summer solstice such as this when drunk with idleness, old Bottom napped. Awakened then, his new reflection kissed two donkey ears, a toothy grin, a sap! “Hee haw!”_ a screech, as his reflection frowns but through the eyes of love, Titania sees our hero, Bottom,…

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“For Lydia”

There’s Lydia; we catch a glimpse of her among the burning leaves where soldiers lie. She guides her horse with water wagon where, at Gettysburg are heroes marked to die. The men, propped there by tree or death’s cold stare, are left alone, their golden dreams now gone. They cannot answer captain’s call to share…

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“DaVinci’s ‘Mona Lisa'”

It’s all about her look; a placid guile. We know her well; that enigmatic glance. Suggestive are her lips; a warmth of style. She teases us; her eyes a bit askance. A reticence enhances lady’s charm. Anticipation in his mind may leap. Expectancy has power to disarm. A popular diversion pastimes keep. The world still…

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Botticelli’s ‘Allegory of Spring’

Botticelli’s ‘Allegory of Spring’ The painter’s brush gives voice to Greece and Rome: Poliziano’s poems depict just how the pagan, Venus, with her loving om now stands with Cupid’s arrow over brow. When Zephyrus germinates his girl with air then gentle Flora has her flowered fling; inseminates imaginings so fair that airily her vines awake…

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Berthe Morisot’s ‘The Cradle’

“Berthe Morisot’s ‘The Cradle’” Her baby girl; her sleeping child is here and breathless mother watches as she dreams. Her tiny mouth moves just to share the air; in twinkling innocence, her young face beams. An angel’s here; her sleeping star is near. All nature listens for the slightest sound. And all the world is…

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Communication

Habitual, at end of day he comes to talk. His dark, brown eyes are piercing me: “I’m ready for my lesson, please.” And, so, our game begins. I mouth the dark, black, circled ‘ohm’. Inspired, the terrier in him ‘tempts guttural with teeth and tongue He must repeat, now, what he hears yet issues forth…

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Aubade

“Aubade”  Bright dawn, aglow with rosy blush-ablaze appears our dainty bride; a powdered fey. She blows a fairy dewdrop stormy maze that plays o’er misty flowers blissful sway. This sparkling day sends light to kiss the face of groom who grows beneath the shadows low. She blooms a brilliant hue; a purple grace as beds…

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Birth of a Hurricane

It’s steamy in the southern Keys tonight. Her air is thick. She tastes of salty fog. A quiet’s fallen with no birds in sight. Her ocean swells; she’s pregnant with resolve. Her palms turn, twist and wave a hula skirt fall quickly back as wind subsides beneath. She hesitates; a flash begins to flirt; as…

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The Bee’s Ballade

“The Bee’s Ballade” Mysterious, communion of the bee. His joy; his voice a welcoming alarm for flowers. His madness filled with fealty whose body, mind and soul relentless, swarm mid petals where his wings will do no harm. Behold this busy thief; his game of bliss. So drunk with nectar, bumblebee informs sweet love needs…

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