madrona

Madrona
7-7-12

Madronas are always green
Where those that look upon them
Find what owning it all can to them might mean
As needles fall to the ground in forests
Where the purpose in all that is subject to change
Madronas are green all year round
And to God indeed this is nothing strange
Counting myself very fortunate
That I've made it this far...




Pasticcio
7-7-12

In the pasticcio of my pistachio
I sit in a new posture in my appreciation
Of salt ester of my next meal
In my Raman noodle experiment
I conduct by faith by the signal of the hour of three
When currently the temperatures reach triple digits
With this pasticcio played in its melodious continuity of improvisation
Where we can know the song from its first note and bar
In that this bowl of soup serves as a car ready to be refueled
So that the working man can get back out...





Potpourri
7-7-12

This poetic potpourri
Is as a portent of a fragment
Of last autumn's dry leaf upon my love seat
Bringing me hope that I will cross the bridge
Into a land where I'll be equipped to go there and tell my story
Saying hallelijiah even when it costs me something
With my poetic potpourri
In its combination of what appears to be incongruous yet justified
Where blessed are the humble and poor in spirit...