ANOTHER NEW BEGINNING
70 Poems for 70 Days
often including a complementary photograph.
With linked poetry, a form of Japanese Renshi poetry,
the last lines of one poem are used to form the title of the next poem,
then the next poem shifts to a different topic.
I hope you find a few entries that bring a smile to your face or a long buried memory to the surface of your consciousness. Poetry is like that, whether you are the reader or the author.
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At Long Last
nothing to anticipate
every conversation leads
to war
Socks the wrong color,
heat set too high, too low
too much garlic, not enough salt,
and the gas tank’s dry, again.
At very long last,
free to be the real me
purple socks all winter,
floor fan after March
Gone the need to capitulate,
with no control on topics
ranged from condiments
to front row seats.
Of course, this is written “tongue-in-cheek.”
If only all conflict confined itself to difference of opinion in sock color and
choice of condiments! Then again, any mystery writer worth their salt, and
pepper, could execute a story that involved death by choking on a gold-toed
stocking or asphyxiation by chili powder.
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While some of the poems in this collection were written with a bit of humor, others focus on more serious, and often, quite emotional topics. The topic of the following poem falls into the latter category. These thoughts did not come easily and were not written with a light heart.
57
Front Row Seats
Back
yard
Saturday
night
Full
moon rising
Open
to the force, electric
In
its delight.
Twirling
dancers
Shining
stage
Violin
concerto
Emotions
swell, the pleasure
Uncontained.
Front
row
Thursday
morning,
Silence
trickles down
Incomprehensible,
to view
The
tiny casket.
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