Close Poems

Close Calls

                                             While trying to go forward,
I backed up, reassessed,
  

Close All Doors

I knew, and you knew, that if I listened to "Unchained Melody," I would have surrendered to yesterday. Without the praises and disappointments, those deep, lingering sighs during moments of passion, our love seemed superficial by comparison. Everything changed the moment I saw his face in my dreams. Suddenly, the sweet sounds of Gheorghe Zamfir’s

lets close this divide

information\disinformation-
[depends upon your point of view]
divides a society
hatred-crumbles a society
racism-falls a society

we are ALL human-so let's work together for humanity

Close Encounter

I had a close encounter 
Just this morning, on my walk,
When a bird of prey came swooping down -
A falcon or a hawk.

Either way, it flew right at me;
I saw feathers and a face
And it could have quickly grabbed my hat
And left without a trace.

Instead, it made it to a branch
And sat and looked around,
While

Dear Sonny, When You Close Your Eyes

Dear Sonny, when you close your eyes one last time, and bid this world adieu,
know I am glad for the time I had
that I could spend with you.
Dear Sonny, when you close your eyes one last time, and you come apart, 
Know you'll stay with each new day
living always in my heart.

Chaperoning

The clinic feels like                            Alcatraz.
There’s no escape in                    

Too Close To The Sun

Have always known my limitations
it's a fact that can't be missed
I'll always go out on a limb
and you're an attraction I can't resist
am I being reckless to gamble on such a crazy game
am I overconfident and like a moth to a flame
will I melt my wings
these and a thousand other things
will I crash and burn

Icarus

'Once you have tasted flight,
you will forever walk the earth
with your eyes turned skyward,
for there you have been
and there you will always long to return,'
wrote Mr. da Vinci (1452 – 1519).
In school I did learn
the plane truth,
and for your information,
it's a collection of spare parts
flying in close formation.
And was it not Icarus in his day
who,

Close Shave

Before a misty morning mirror
above a half-filled basin
such cold water was I braving
simply to lave my face in
but the coldest cut of all
and it only hurts when I smile
I severely slit myself while
I was busy shaving
but did my frozen fingers fumble
or was it just a rusty razor
which sorely needs replacement
that figured in my defacement
as there

Curtain Close

I look on, reciting lines, reacting, responding,
the lights are dim, the stage is cold.
I dance across the scene, choreographed to my solitude,
hurt, tired, done, but I never stop.
Tears roll, screams echo, but I never stop.
I almost collapse, I can't go on, but I never stop.
I'm dead, my body rotting, but I never stop.

I look to

CLOSE FAMILY

I had a close knit and
Happy family until
A slick and silent enemy
Stepped in wanting to
Take my place

Up Close with Strangers

plane, bus 'n train
elevators 'n escalators
revelers 'n sale-day crowds
is where we meet
STRANGERS!
looking away,
with no eye-to-eye contact
no nod, wink, grunt of 'Hi's',
never ever recognizing
the sharers of the commons
shoved together
withdrawn incognito.

Here for thee be : 
The Ten Commandments of Crowd Etiquette
Thou Shalt Honor Thy and Their Personal Bubbles
Thou Shalt Not Partake in Olfactory Betrayal
Thou Shalt Not Greet

IF WE WANT TO KEEP THEM CLOSE

May we be blessed to embrace the irony
that the faster our children grow…
if we want to keep them close to us…
we have to let them go.

A Close Encounter

Self-awareness on a pedestal,
stalled by a stormy day,
placed there by providence
—by poet

A Close Encounter

car window reflected a close encounter.
iridescent feathers folded; downpour.
in blue cape, he hides his eyes, blue-green.
we squeak past the blue trash can, he’s atop.
so close, my husband doesn’t see him there,
but the passenger, me, “Look a peacock!”
was on my way to get

Close Enough for a Thursday

It’s been a long time since
I’ve ventured into
this new studio of mine—
dust has settled like ashes
on the unshelved books
and the jars of brushes
still packed away in boxes
that intimidate me.

Since I’m already here
I might as well unpack
one carton of my past.
I slit the tape on a box
labeled Miscellaneous,
not knowing what I’ll find.
Inside, a parrot, a toucan,
some

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