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 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 826
Snapshot: May 27, 2010Page 34 of 52    (12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52)

Here...murmur...silence
whispering feet, night as dense
as this wall I face.
Watch this fern curl
into self, watch this wind
assault every fibre , clear me.
soak me in your force.

Upon a moment of calm
What defined this grass
were my feet, what lifted my spirit
was a tendril of hair
teasing my nose.

I am lucky, I can sneeze.
I cannot erase one bit of history.
Leave me be. History repeats.


Assuredly, one of your finest, especially that vibrant second verse! Thank you...
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 827
Snapshot: May 27, 2010
Posted: 5/30/2010 9:07:19 PM
Winter was miserly dry.
Each day was the last.

In May I dreamed
I was a child that always smiled.
Good medicine.

On the threshold of June
All flavours of green..

Eclipsed easily every creepy fear.
Balance is beyond me. I love you walking.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 828
Snapshot: May 27, 2010
Posted: 5/31/2010 6:32:57 AM
60: re "Winter was miserly dry" &c. A beautiful poem. You get better and better at these economical, vivid short poems. Thank you.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 829
Snapshot: May 31, 2010
Posted: 5/31/2010 6:35:36 AM
A thin young a student,
with a face about the size
of a walnut, slips
through the early morning breeze
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 830
Snapshot: June 1, 2010
Posted: 6/1/2010 8:29:19 AM
Smiling at black people
is, for me, a form
of inverse racism.
“I’m white and I’m nice,”
my smile is intended to convey,
“and, in a way, so are you.”
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 831
Snapshot: June 1, 2010
Posted: 6/1/2010 11:38:13 PM
Mr. alyosha....you hit the nail with the hammer with
both of your last offerings. The ability to synthesize
and furthermore to put the synthesis in beautiful words
just happened. Love both of your last two offerings.
Smile. Peace.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 832
Snapshot: June 1, 2010
Posted: 6/2/2010 4:53:56 AM

Mr. alyosha....you hit the nail with the hammer with
both of your last offerings. The ability to synthesize
and furthermore to put the synthesis in beautiful words
just happened. Love both of your last two offerings.
Smile. Peace.


Ms. 60, as ever I am grateful for your responses!
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 833
Snapshot: June 10, 2010
Posted: 6/10/2010 6:09:58 AM
Talking with someone
who chooses to remain hidden.
I mean,
how many neutral topics are there?
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 834
Snapshot: June 15, 2010
Posted: 6/15/2010 11:36:06 AM
Maya shared her smile with me this afternoon.
She was walking by
and I don’t know what prompted her
but she smiled
and after a few minutes conversation
we were, like,
the easiest of friends
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 835
Snapshot: June 21, 2010
Posted: 6/21/2010 12:32:35 PM
A woman sailed her nose
around the corner of Fairmount & Esplanade,
cleaving the air
ahead of her
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 836
Snapshot: June 21, 2010
Posted: 6/22/2010 4:53:34 AM
Thanks, Trulio.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 837
Snapshot: June 23, 2010
Posted: 6/23/2010 7:29:12 AM
Nineteen month old Nana
on my street
has eyes so clear
I believe I can see
God in them.
 dimestore minstrel
Joined: 9/29/2009
Msg: 838
Snapshot: June 23, 2010
Posted: 6/24/2010 9:06:16 AM
Time Machine

i saw my neighbour
a wintry septuagenarian
hurtling down the town hill
on his bike
summering the grin of a seven-year-old
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 839
Snapshot: June 23, 2010
Posted: 6/24/2010 11:30:59 AM
Dimestore Minstrel:

I love your "Time Machine," love the contrast between his wintryness and his "summering grin."

Thanks.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 840
Snapshot: July 1, 2010
Posted: 7/1/2010 6:41:05 AM
From across the street I hear
(or do I remember?) a child’s voice
as if I were hearing her
from long, long ago
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 841
Snapshot: July 6, 2010
Posted: 7/6/2010 7:43:09 AM
A hefty young man
schleps himself
across the hot, humid street,
his heart
ticking away the minutes
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 842
Snapshot: July 6, 2010
Posted: 7/8/2010 11:45:49 PM
a small child wails
this sun does not care.
Mama is beyond caring.
Stop! do a little dance.
If not..here sing this...
"Where is thumbkin?"
Here I am, Here I am.
How are you today, sir?"

Lol...lets all endure the heat in a civilized manner.
35 degrees celsius over this this way.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 843
Snapshot: July 17, 2010
Posted: 7/17/2010 6:44:47 AM
Many thanks, 60!


A stringy young woman,
one long, lean arm
tapering to a cigarette,
stops, makes a shushing sound
and waves that arm in the air
to banish real or imagined birds.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 844
He and I: Monday, 1:40 pm
Posted: 7/28/2010 9:34:04 AM
A young man pulls at his cigarette,
one half-hearted puff after another.

The day slips by. An empire
could fall or rise between each puff,
he’d hardly be aware. Nor would he care.

He carries nothing much inside him,
I infer, but whatever it is,
is enough for him, and more.

And I sit, an onlooker, an observer, bored
out of my skull, trying to make something
out of this sliver of a connection.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 845
He and I: Monday, 1:40 pm
Posted: 7/29/2010 9:46:28 PM
Aloysha... I do not believe your indifference..inferred from this poem. I do not believe you...are indifferent. And if you are? So what. Give us more snippets. Your images brought me right into your eyes. Smile.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 846
He and I: Monday, 1:40 pm
Posted: 7/30/2010 4:28:52 AM

Aloysha... I do not believe your indifference..inferred from this poem. I do not believe you...are indifferent. And if you are? So what. Give us more snippets. Your images brought me right into your eyes. Smile.


Oddly, one person on my other site questioned whether I had really had a "connection" with that young man, but there are many levels of connection, aren't there? And then there's the Heisenberg Principle...
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 847
Snapshot: Aug 3, 2010
Posted: 8/3/2010 8:49:40 AM
Wearing his warrior face,
a young man enters the café,
prepared for anything
--even friendship.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 848
Snapshot: Aug 17, 2010
Posted: 8/17/2010 10:50:59 AM
A young man with a watery left eye
appears to be looking at his laptop screen
from two different vantage points.
A couple walk by
with the rubbish of age on their faces.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 849
Anecdotes of the Spirit
Posted: 8/26/2010 4:32:56 AM
Anecdotes of the spirit

“Art to me is an anecdote of the spirit.” Mark Rothko

“Here,” he says, over his shoulder
as he leaves the room,
passing a key behind him.

But a “key” is just a metaphor.
Until you swallow the flame,
“fire” is just a metaphor.

The spirit sends us
anecdotes and riddles,
Zen koans. The body dances,
although that, too,
is an anecdote of the spirit.

Do you need to know
why you dance, or why
you sometimes cast a backward glance
where there is nothing to be seen?
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 850
Anecdotes of the Spirit
Posted: 8/26/2010 9:37:36 PM
Yes, I need to know. It is the glances that count. Any time I still dance, I do..the anecdote of the spirit dances also. But on balance...I love this one...there is a passion here.
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