HAIKU #11
HAIKU #11 I sing like grackle, rasps and clucks, unmusical, with cardinal soul. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
THRIFT SHOP
THRIFT SHOP I. The battered trombone that has played its heart out in orchestral delights sits silent in the window, afternoon sun warming its fraying case, and it yearns to croon again. Children’s books and games share nursery rhymes and songs and stories with each other, then sit in silence at the... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
LYNN’S CUBICLE
LYNN’S CUBICLE Frills on partitions flowers on the monitor cloth dolls gaze at framed refineries feminine softness in the heart of concrete. ©T. Patrick Berry Note - This poem was written during my former career after a visit to a client's cubicle in an industrial engineering firm's office building. Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, January 12, 2007
IT WILL BE A DAY OF MAGIC
IT WILL BE A DAY OF MAGIC (News item - Parents and children crowd a bookstore at midnight, all wanting to be first to buy the fourth Harry Potter book.) It will be a day of magic when a new volume of poetry is as anticipated as a new Harry Potter book. It will be a day of music when the sounds of... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
HAIKU #12
HAIKU #12 Fireflies trace their incandescent ecstasies even while the sun shines. © T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
WINDSOR CASINO, LABOR DAY, 2000
WINDSOR CASINO, LABOR DAY, 2000 Ding-dong hooting silver eaters, more alive than those who sit to feed them - money flung about under garish star mimics like words in one-sided conversations - what difference does it make to the night that does not wager? ©T Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
WHERE THESE WORDS COME FROM
WHERE THESE WORDS COME FROM I have a sense of where these words come from. It is what stifles and silences them, hiding then like all the unknowables, that, like the inner silence that reveals them, I do not understand. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, January 8, 2007
THIS LINE IS TOO DANGEROUS TO TRAVEL ON
THIS LINE IS TOO DANGEROUS TO TRAVEL ON I. This line is dangerous to travel on - too many head-on collisions between is and might have been meeting in instantaneous knife-edge contrasts that expose the lies that I have become - the most dangerous being, “there is no hope.” II. All along our... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, January 7, 2007
WHY POETS IN MAGAZINES RARELY SMILE
WHY POETS IN MAGAZINES RARELY SMILE They are the famous ones - grant recipients, prize winners, professors - and they rarely smile. In spite of their success, they frown, scowl and glower from the pages of American Poetry Review and Poets and Writers. Why? Too many rejection slips? Too many dues... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, January 6, 2007
HAIKU #15
HAIKU #15 Winds carry youth away, golden woods of innocence blown clean by living. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.