As I watch today’s changing sky, I am surprised to understand how little it reminds me of your eyes. If you expect more of me or this poem— perhaps that I should see, in that blue and changeling gray, some vast reflection of steady you, or that this poem should tell how love finds memory … Continue reading Contemplating Blue
Sometimes the assumptions behind a good question need a bit of clarifying. It is understood that the question in the link below is asking about how some words slid in meaning between 1967 and 2018; but the response here chooses to look at the more interesting question related to the malleability of language. Lee Robison … Continue reading What was the Original Meaning of Skirt? Or do I Mean Shirt?
I Am between willow thicket's wintering birds and Handel's Lofted Choir. In response to the Ragbag daily prompt: bridge
Old man foot prints in frost on the worn road to Mother’s how many times?
Doug was in line to the cosmetic counter behind four other customers. There were just two women running the counter, and they looked 5-o’clock frazzled. The canned music recycled “Blue Christmas,” “Jingle Bells,” “Rudolf, the Red Nosed Reindeer,” “Joy to the World,” and the rest of the seasonal irony of joy and good will. Doug … Continue reading Waiting on Queue at the Perfume Counter
This post is for those who follow writelee.com. In the USA, today is the day when people finally come to their senses and give express gratitude for all the wonder the Universe has given them. So WriteLee joins the chorus. He is grateful for many things, chief among these things are three wonderful children, a … Continue reading Thanks
His flute was capable of other wonderful sounds, even whole orchestras of lovely sound. But whatever the sheet music told him and wand-waver orchestrated, Ole Clive always managed to make sure C6-very-sharp was one of the sounds his flute managed to tweet.
Water, you would say to me, is God and kneel to touch your lips to water and water softened soil and with your ever thirst suck deep within you the body and the blood of the only holy you could will your love— I have never had Another and will not. Though I sup at … Continue reading Irrigator’s Prayer
Most people familiar with the squirrel, think of a bushy tail and backyard bird feeder robbery. The squirrels of most urbanite’s experience nest in trees and scold other people for the most innocuous behavior. They are very territorial and have been known to yell at people for no more apparent reason than that the person … Continue reading A Man in Search of a Squirrely Dictionary
Here in the silence, the smoldering dark, breathing the smoke of smothering, the odor of smoke and grave earth mingling, he moves his ocher wand. The bull is earth and mind. His terror at what he makes is less than the joy, much less than who have just left mother above to find this bull … Continue reading The Shaman in the Cave