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Teardrop Bulbs

The golden chain-hung chandelier watches over the table.
The same we sat across while you sipped your milk coffee.
Still seeing you in that broken chair, 
though five years empty now.

The birds call, and squirrels carry on just outside
the sliding glass doors and the moss-covered porch.
We set each other at ease, though barked too

under the candle bulbs, we fought it all out
through the frustrations of surviving and dying where
you went first.

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Posted by on July 13, 2021 in Poetry



A Conversation with the Moon

Hung high in the sky May 14th
a sliver of silver, my crescent lamp--
dropped her at the airport
for an early flight, and tried to drive back
under it and listen, but it followed ahead 
always there, nothing said, but the arc
& the sky conversed a rosy lavender--
but simply to me, though welcome to all,
meditations for me to prepare for
the breakthrough of the more distinguished 
one - and luna said, 
it was coming

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Posted by on April 19, 2021 in Poetry


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put on the pot to boil
prefer distilled water --my preference
walk the Murphy dog; she shakes with exuberance
get a mile in, about 2000 steps, sun, blue, tulips
2 squirrels chasing each other, Murphy wants in
2 handfuls of food, a splash of water, she sits
watching for the signal, wait for it, okay
nose in her dish, the sound of slurp-crunch
water now rolling, pour into a decanter 
with 2 bags of chamomile and one ginger
never was a fan of chamomile; I always
preferred coffee --changes for the better
and chamomile is dope if one takes the time
to savor it --I won't miss the Bucks of the stars

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Posted by on April 18, 2021 in Poetry



Cogent Hands

one rock is all I hold, one moment, home
the eagle swoops to loot and grabs its food
the seeker wakes, attentive to her flight
its eyes ignore ahead and what's behind

the eagle sees to hunt throughout one day
tomorrow never comes --there is one day
as birds float by, the past to distant lands
like her, I clasp this crag with cogent hands

© Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) Limericist 2007/2021
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Posted by on April 1, 2021 in Poetry