The Song of Scattering Poems/imaginary gardens with real toads

The Song of Scattering Poems

“in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems”       E.E. Cummings

The hour late
Music floats through the
Of the broken heart

The tenant downstairs
Plays the piano
I am reminded of Paris
“In the street of the sky night

Walks scattering poems”
The same stars shine in
As fingers touch the keys

Stars appear
On the sheet music
Instead of

A choir sings the song
Of scattering poems
The hour late
Music floats through the

Window of the broken


August 23, 2018








My World is a Beautiful Place/poets united midweek motif – The world is a beautiful place

My World is a Beautiful Place

My world is a beautiful place
All that I see around me
Takes my breath away
Mountains, streams

A dazzling blue New Mexico sky
A 360-degree abstraction
The labyrinth of sage brush
On the sandy soil of the mesa

Like rolling waves out to sea
The cactus adorned with spikes
Or lovely pink or yellow flowers
Everything in the desert

Has stickers or will bite you
Each has its own protection
It isn’t easy to live in the desert
As with most other things in life

You have to really want to
A striped lizard
Might suddenly appear
Or birds of every kind

Fill the air with flight
Or they just might
Land right next to you
Each day a new canvas

The sun rises to light the splendor
Radiates through the day
Closes the day
With colorful sunset

Red, gold, silver, purple
There is no end
To the visual delight
That is the world

August 23, 2018