A Façade,
falling to pieces.
left leg seems to have gone hunting
right arm sings soft melodies,
hair, on a detour years ago.
Teeth, dark from Coffee, blueberries
and blessed Red Wine.
The garden demands its tithe
follicles and scraps of skin
scattered among the roses
from unguarded flesh, and
frequent intimacy with thorns.
Band-Aids mark skirmishes
where the thorns took their share.
The skin, thinner now
caressed and seduced by a punishing sun.
freckles, bumps, scrapes,
proliferate on once pristine arms.
there is no doubt,
the earth is calling me home.
by Jim Long
Dilemma
Three breaths ahead of the pain
I etched words
On the back of the cross.
Aware,
that the tawdry show up front
Would obscure the message.
And so
On Golgotha, with a view of forever
The myth was created,
And dreams thwarted
By well meaning
Fools.
Ted Wild
The long awaited Book has finally become reality.. Covid put the brakes on for a bit, but our tribute to Don Miller, will be available from Lulu press next week.
Here are two of the Poems in the book. Enjoy, sip a glass of vino and listen for Don's laughter as he critiques our efforts.
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