Gables Poems

Love, Devotion and Other Memories

...I

Between Juliet and me
Devotion thrived . . .
We stayed all day and all night
In dark, hidden places, picking watercress for the moon
Together we lived, Juliet and I,
Among worm woods
Frien...

Informants

...Informants 

Parameters Dear Watson, I exclaim to everyone at the table 
Ambassadors of the latest brand continue talking in fables 
Calipers on my legs and hands as I begin to feel disabled 
Pa...

Unloved And Became Decrepit

...“The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always asked to do things and you are not yet decrepit enough to turn them down.”
T. S. Eliot

He travelled miles to see the h...

Along With The Thunder

...in the corner
of a blanched bungalow 
sits a self-portrait: 
loose bantu knots 
the color of volcanic ash 
her living nightmare 
   it was so much-
stampeding rain 
wild winds
the icon of tr...

The House of Seventy Gables

...I live in a house of seventy gables 
With twenty kitchens and as many tables.
It's good for both winter and summer weathers, 
'Cuz, in Spring, it flies - it's made of feathers!...

Powder Keg

...To see one is rare but to buy one is obscene.
A tall snob. She casts frowns from under her gables.
He, the new owner, is in the cellar to clean
Dusting and throwing out boxes without labels.

Ca...

The Paw-Trod Path

...Along the paw-trod path
Narrow and dainty through the gorse
Where yellow flowers
Lie dim like fallen stars in the mist
Comes a silent visitor, hesitant
It licks its lips
A taste like vi...

This Day

...We have waited for this day to come when we would finally pack up and run. We have waited for this day to come when or battle would be won. 

The stakes were already high, and the decree was set fo...

Remebering the Root

...Some old wooden houses are deep,
they have porticos, piazza, loggia,
gables, and cupola.
There rooms are arboreal
they knot,
curl
and jut.

A memory rocks me gently
    in its timbered embra...

Glorious Green

...Blend of yellow and blue, it's a pickle and lime.
It is jealousy's hue and a plant in its prime.

It's an emerald, jade, and a lawn-covered yard
And St. Patrick's parade and an alien's card.
...

O Treasure Each Day While It Is Still Young

..."O' Treasure each and every day while it is
Still young, and always remember to love
Jesus Christ, God's only begotten Son."

"This is the day that the Lord has made
We shall rejoice and be glad...

Luxury

...As I wend my way around curving roads
up high into the mountains
I finally arrive at the Eight Gables Inn.
I wonder what it is that drives me here!
Perhaps I have developed wings
and flew across...

Isle

...A blind flight
above a brooding sea.

Dawn levers the darkness.
Ireland rising.
Whitecaps, bright tumbled cliffs.
Briny turf, moss-rooted walls,
wind-havens and cottages.
So green!

Tidal m...

The Streets of Olde Salem

...My footsteps echoed the echoes of Time
as through the streets of Salem I walked.
The hour was early and the city still asleep
with only a cat sitting quietly on a cold granite sill,
the sky slowl...

Finding Beauty In Life

...I find beauty in the unkempt places ~~
Sticky beehives with perfectly formed combs,
A child's playground sea of dirty faces,
An overgrown garden with ugly gnomes,
Sagging gables of lo...

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