Long Belvedere Poems

She could see pink
over the vanity that her husband had built.
Someone had removed its mirror,
oh, long ago 
and put it in the alcove with the window
so she could sit and look over the cemetery and...

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The doctor injected something in me when I was just a embryo!  
I figured my mother was the enemy standing at the end of the rainbow.
       As a...

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Problems in the mirror may be further than they appear
Don’t fear when they’re near, they’ll soon disappear
help is here, let me give your mind a steer
I’ma just keep writin’ until it all appears clear
coming to...

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Glossy and translucent face, as a cold night
Into your desert of darkness there is no star
Only a black moon and a deep scar by diamond
Feelings traveling by trails on high cliffs,
Looking for in the vastness...

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I hurried through the halls of Belvedere
To reach the floor where I could see “The Kiss”
The place I’d find his artwork was so near
I finally came upon it, joyous bliss!

It hung there straight before me,...

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When Socretes, Plato and Aristotle teamed,
the line between the will to learn married the will to teach.
When Raphael, Leonardo, and Michael lived at Belvedere,
Art would see her form take shape and pave the way for...

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Falling from forty clouds,
ticking clocks melting time.
Penguins that waddle backwards,
church bells that never chime.

Costume heros reading books,
birds parting their horizon sea.
Rabbit hole adventures haunted,
this evening spent sipping tea. 

Ghosts passing into limestone,
children snickering in silence.
Belvedere...

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Parents are so busy and pre-occupied with their 
own lives,
They never flinch when the doorbell rings twice,
They yell for the children to open the door,
Chastising them forevermore.......
Yet, parents get upset when the children disappear,
When they...

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I planted this garden to enjoy.
Photosynthesis comes from the sun.
The white orchids set to the east.
The daffodils are astray.
The roses are a spread on a rack.
The tulips and morning glory are in a flowerbed.
I am...

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The warm summer had the hood of my car hot to the touch,
the cool night had us tucked in tight,
I don't remember the movie, we had missed too much.

During winter the snow fell down, each...

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My rose unfurled, withered in my eyes,
And thorns endured where dainty petals aught;
On scented breath exhaled beguiling lies,
And morning weeps, unblushed, for love is naught.
Farewell to lusty shadows creaking bed, 
And crackling hearth before which...

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his kiss
                   fair bliss

             mosaic
...

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There is a
Strange quality to my memory of Albertina and 
Leopold's corner at 
mulled wine scented streets I walked
covered with a veil of calmness but 
A few things were somehow not 
the way I wanted...

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