Hold On to the Sparkles
Hold on to the sparkles.
Don't let them float away.
Focus on the bright spots.
Try to find them every day.
The more you see of them,
the more they light your way.
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Showing posts with label #poetry. #photography. Show all posts
Thursday, April 15, 2021
Hold on to the Sparkles
I am a poet and photographer who likes sports, jazz and art inspired by other art. I served in the U.S. Marine Corps during the early 1970's and was assigned to the Computer Sciences School in Quantico, VA. I have published a chapbook of grief poems, I Keep You with Me. My work also has appeared in publications such as Thorny Locust Magazine, core. zine,The Enigmatist, Veterans' Voices and Kansas Time + Place An Anthology of Heartland Poetry. My visual art pieces combine poetry and photographs, and have been most recently displayed at InterUrban ArtHouse, Johnson County Arts & Heritage Center, Buttonwood Art Space, and The Smalter Gallery.
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Detached
Detached
The single feather
of a blue jay
lies in the grass.
It appears whole
as though it was
let go by the bird
not torn from it.
Did the jay note
its absence?
Miss it the first
time he flew
without it?
Accept the loss
as part of the
natural order
and send it off
with the dip
of a wing?
Have you found a bird's feather in your yard? Did you wonder how the bird lost it?
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I am a poet and photographer who likes sports, jazz and art inspired by other art. I served in the U.S. Marine Corps during the early 1970's and was assigned to the Computer Sciences School in Quantico, VA. I have published a chapbook of grief poems, I Keep You with Me. My work also has appeared in publications such as Thorny Locust Magazine, core. zine,The Enigmatist, Veterans' Voices and Kansas Time + Place An Anthology of Heartland Poetry. My visual art pieces combine poetry and photographs, and have been most recently displayed at InterUrban ArtHouse, Johnson County Arts & Heritage Center, Buttonwood Art Space, and The Smalter Gallery.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Revisions
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Revisions
I cut words that
spoke to me at first
but no longer fit.
Should I replace,
find a different space
or simply erase?
It's hard to let go
even when the change
is for the better.
What is your approach to making revisions? Do you enjoy it, hate it or accept it?
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I am a poet and photographer who likes sports, jazz and art inspired by other art. I served in the U.S. Marine Corps during the early 1970's and was assigned to the Computer Sciences School in Quantico, VA. I have published a chapbook of grief poems, I Keep You with Me. My work also has appeared in publications such as Thorny Locust Magazine, core. zine,The Enigmatist, Veterans' Voices and Kansas Time + Place An Anthology of Heartland Poetry. My visual art pieces combine poetry and photographs, and have been most recently displayed at InterUrban ArtHouse, Johnson County Arts & Heritage Center, Buttonwood Art Space, and The Smalter Gallery.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
One Day Only
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One Day Only
The bloom lasts
for one day.
Will it have
time in the sun
or weather
a storm?
Will it feel
temperatures
that are balmy
or blistering?
Will it hold bees
and butterflies or
face dogs and deer?
Will it catch
the eye of passersby
or spend hours
in anonymity?
No matter
what awaits,
the bloom opens
and lasts for one day.
How often do you look at the flowers in your garden?
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I am a poet and photographer who likes sports, jazz and art inspired by other art. I served in the U.S. Marine Corps during the early 1970's and was assigned to the Computer Sciences School in Quantico, VA. I have published a chapbook of grief poems, I Keep You with Me. My work also has appeared in publications such as Thorny Locust Magazine, core. zine,The Enigmatist, Veterans' Voices and Kansas Time + Place An Anthology of Heartland Poetry. My visual art pieces combine poetry and photographs, and have been most recently displayed at InterUrban ArtHouse, Johnson County Arts & Heritage Center, Buttonwood Art Space, and The Smalter Gallery.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
The First Day of Spring
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The First Day of Spring
It’s the first day of spring.
Daylight and darkness are equal,
but, for me, it’s the longest
day of the year.
Humans get so excited
when they see me.
I wish I knew who
started that myth
about seeing the
first robin of spring.
Besides, I don’t control
the weather.
Late snows aren’t a
picnic for me either.
Flying in that stuff is brutal.
No one de-ices me and
I don’t have windshield wipers.
I get tired of eating frozen food
and don’t get me started on
shoveling out the nest.
Well, it’s only 24 hours.
Then, I can go back
to being just another
one of the birds.
This poem was written in response to this week's prompt on Poetic Asides.
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I am a poet and photographer who likes sports, jazz and art inspired by other art. I served in the U.S. Marine Corps during the early 1970's and was assigned to the Computer Sciences School in Quantico, VA. I have published a chapbook of grief poems, I Keep You with Me. My work also has appeared in publications such as Thorny Locust Magazine, core. zine,The Enigmatist, Veterans' Voices and Kansas Time + Place An Anthology of Heartland Poetry. My visual art pieces combine poetry and photographs, and have been most recently displayed at InterUrban ArtHouse, Johnson County Arts & Heritage Center, Buttonwood Art Space, and The Smalter Gallery.
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