Hello, and welcome to my Blog - Just Below the Surface. With this blog I would like to share my writings; pieces of my memories and experiences laced with perception and emotion.
I have many favorite poems. I thought I would share a few with you.
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This one I like because it reminds me of the peace while up in Inverness, CA
North Dream Street
Gray morning clouds
fill the sky and hang
as still as the moss
draped on the gnarled oak
outside my window.
An array of Queen Anne’s lace,
stand immobile in dignified rows,
speechless.
Not a leaf flutters
or waves good morning to me.
The only movement is
on the radio:
Beethoven's Fifth in C minor
at 102 North Dream Street,
Inverness, California.
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I like this one too because it is, too me, very descriptive.
A Monument to Man’s Discards
Garbage Mountain grows
with each new day
creeping
closer to the road
taller
with veined roadways
snaking
to the top: a bulldozer rapes its surface.
Gulls, raised by the foot of daybreak
fly about like dust motes
screaming
over man's forgotten hopes
eating
his buried dreams
and littering
the graves that rest at the foot
of Garbage Mountain.
Man made - man like.
at dusk the Mountain lies still,
a humped shadow,
waiting for the next day’s discard.
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And this one because it makes me smile.
The Reception
Dirty punch cups,
like drunken sailors,
cling to each other in the sink.
Debris litters the floor.
Packages and wrappings—
Macy’s, Nordstrom’s—
flutter in the breeze
as the bride & groom
run, giggling up the stairs.
The mother sits amidst the clutter.
A smile, as stiff as frosting
on the wedding cake,
clings firmly to her lips.
Exhaustion stars her eyes.
The house becomes sullenly silent,
only noisy memories remain,
and the sticky punch cups,
clumped together in the sink,
like drunken sailors.
ENJOY!
Ahhh! Yes! Our Bayport reception during the 1981 heat wave! Love it!
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