Long Ochres Poems

O glorious Autumn of melancholic 
Gold -
All abouts the brightly lit
Woodlands
Your wonderful artistry behold!
Tinted bronzes,
Darting between awkward firs
Of sobering Evergreen,
Loiter inside mauve havens
Splashed with palest yellows -
And dappled with many differing 
Limes
Throughout this variegated Theme;
A...

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The rite of passage

		The old green wagon moves a life
		Heads appear like nodding gulls
		Eyes cast down searching cracked flags
		Hopes from people sadly to be missed.
		Un-walked limestone worn and smooth
		Names unknown pronounced with care
		Cats are watching...

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Fruits noirs

Sans qu’on y prenne garde,
Le ciel se tisse du grillage
Sombre des branches.
Elles  s’étendent  chaque année,
Et chaque année,
Grignotent un peu plus d’espace,

Au point de parfaire une voûte
Et d’arriver à se rejoindre,
En confisquant le...

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Written: January 06, 2023
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Nighttime hypnotic dreams flow
a starry heart swirls
heavenly sequins sparkle,
gold moonlight reflects off crystal seas
an evening full of...

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There is something strangely satisfying
About sweeping leaves in the wind.
A pure and pristine panacea for the soul.
As the impish zephyrs play
With a rustle of laughter
Tumbling through;
Sometimes for,
Some against, the action of my toil.
With the rhythmic...

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The cold comes
   following an endless spring
   that lagged forever into summer
   where it could not keep its hold
   then returning again in autumn
   to...

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  "The painter stood before the canvas."  

 With each dab of paint from passionate fingers
With each dancing stroke of beautiful ochres
And bright greens and reds and gentle yellows
A master's masterpiece unfolds and...

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In denim- blues skies: 
the sun hums gold a decaying monotone
of chest crushing heat on teeming trees 
to fields and prairies, where they striptease.

And when the wind gusts: 
cool hours seed encoring the hues 
of...

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(Reviewed by a snooty correspondent)

November dons her coats of warm terries,
tans, a few ochres, but surely not bright.
(Except for sneaky, red-coated berries,
peeking from bushes, agrin with delight.)

November's dress: pretty dull, never shines.
We prefer October's boisterous...

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The canvas is painted in ochres and browns
Suggesting a figure, the staircase coming down
Be it masculine or feminine is for your mind to see
The artist’s title denotes it descends in nudity.

The body parts are not...

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Autumn clouds drift over the Wenatchee River
Changing from blue to a metallic silver
I walk it's shores as the greying breaks
As it captures ochres and greens in reflection shapes

Translucent ripples in undulation dance
Insects skim the waves...

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Sitting downstream in this delightful setting
When you close your eyes there is just no forgetting

I can still see the scene that my mind has captured
The most glorious of colours leaves me in rapture

The bluest of...

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Reflections of Autumn on the pond so still
Like a dying rainbow my eyes in fill
A tear drop in fall to this surface of glass
Drifts now forever, but it's always to last

Browns, reds and ochres in...

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The stubborn trees remain in green,
Annoyed to change too soon,
Like people who wear P.J.’s 
Several hours after noon.

Their friends have donned their autumn coats
In oranges and golds,
With acorns brought by squirrels
Tucked away inside the folds.

The...

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