A Barrage of Books!

this is the home library

of a good and great friend

his library speaks volumes

[ pardon the pun ] 

those who love him

label him 'a hoarder'

[ in the most gentle of tones ]

the beauty of his quasi Dewey Decimal system ~

he knows exactly where to find what he seeks

even though it may rest 

in a stack on the floor or on dining room table

this historic home was built in 1902

quite close to the 1904 World's Fair site

rumour has it dignitaries from Europe 

rented the home for 

weeks at a time during the Fair ~

if they could see it now!

For Shay and the Wordlist!

You know those theaters that serve meals

provide sofas for lounging

well here I sit ~ big mistake

tepid coffee

clumpy cheesecake

what the hell movie am I watching

oh yeah, “Gunfight at the O.K. Corral”

an oldie and a goodie

Wyatt Earp ~ Doc Holliday

neglected characters ~ long forgotten ..

like an actor's smock retrieved from props

smelling faintly of mothballs

.. and roll the credits

Burt Lancaster ~ Kirk Douglas

'twas a beautiful escape

like wildflowers blooming

in the Wild West's dust and dirt

'midst relics of all the lost stories

funny thing ~ soon I forgot all about the

tepid coffee and clumpy cheesecake!

The Letter

Open Link Night in the  dVerse Poets Pub ~ Lisa plays host. Could not resist returning to the amazing art of Catrin Welz-Stein

 

Artist, Catrin Welz-Stein

the pen trembled in her hand

silent herald of words

she never wanted to send

ink met parchment, line after line

vowels seemed to shimmer

hesitant to take their proper place

consonants wavered, reluctant

to solidify the impending farewell

she inhaled deeply as 

letters, seemingly possessed, lifted

twisted, turned, danced

an "A" floated past her face

she reached out instinctively

it slipped through her grasp

joining the rest in this rebellious ballet

"E” spun out of reach, “T” playfully twirled

before vanishing into the ether

“Y” somersaulted carefree and wild

a gentle breeze caught the liberated letters

carried them through an open window

where they scattered

like dandelion seeds into the night

unfinished ~ the letter would never reach him

~ she could not let him go 

Dances With Self

Magaly provides this line as inspiration for our poems today~ "through discipline comes freedom"

elena mozhvilo ~ unsplash

It isn't a set of rules / or a rigid framework / it is a dance 

 with self / a harmonious balance between restraint / and

 liberation / through a relentless pursuit of excellence / we

 sculpt ourselves / chisel away the excess / refine the raw

 materials of our potential.