Because all experiences are valuable.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Second January

Often in Winter there was ice, and sun,
at the same time.  My heart froze, and unfroze,
a daylily, gentrified, jack-in-the-box,
a companion to shuttered rooms stuffed with ideas no one said.
You cannot say this was wrong, or right, nor bonne nor gauche,
it just was.  There are circus peanuts in earthy tan,
and those in poof orange marshmallow.
You may prefer one over the other, but
you cannot deny both are often discarded.
What was momentarily craved…soon satisfied and forgotten.
Sunny but cold, Cloudy but warm.
It can’t be known.
C'est comme ça.


  1. Vivid. Lovely.
    "shuttered rooms stuffed with ideas no one said"...kiss.

  2. Thank you so much for the kind words. I admire your poetry greatly, and the absolute precision with which you place words...