Through the grapevine

image ~ courtesy of Tess Kincaid

I remember:

we sit at the table

that heard/felt many talks,

saw

different faces,

lives,

days

of stand off,

peace,

neutrality,

observation;

hearts, moaning in discussion

philosophy,

theology,

‘and what said St. Augustin’,

transferring

body and soul;

and trying, trying

to feel okay

during the world storm.

‘And that religion – for group,

alone you can worship

whomever you wish,

but it won’t be

a religion.’

‘And if it’s Utopia,

should we start from

building the jail?’

‘You can’t build the car

with no map..-‘

so important

an Intention,

the bright picture of you,

standing still

holding the lantern

of Love.

We dream co-exist

I like to come by

and see your smile

and hear: I’m fine.

Even if my perception

upside-down to yours. 

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Endurance

www.stevespanglerscience.com

Ah, hospital tests

anxiety fluff

words

- ouch-

the doctors

pester

the blood,

nurses

know well of

the center

of life

become

a jello.

by Brenda Warren

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Projection

Art by Bob Gregory

He arrived to me late

I mean: his body was here

at the bench

feet on the floor

hands on piano

but the soul –somewhere else.

Sort of – his dad:

the computer he worked on

while the boy has been studying

was forgotten.

I offered the magazine

at the sofa.

No notebook with homework

No second book with new songs.

The student played well

the part of the homework song

though…

-Are you playing every day as we talked?

-No.

-Have you included the piano study in your schedule? (me trying to stay calm)

-Not yet.

-What are you doing after school?

-A homework.

-Do you know that the right hemisphere of brain responsible for music and math, left – for language? So playing piano after school could be beneficial for your growth, nice change for the brain, feeling-good experience.

- Oh?- thinking.

Who knows? Will he try?

At the door I thank him

for bringing the head

at the shoulders.

Laughing…

All of it reminds of Gianni Rodari

fiction story about the boy

who loosing his body parts

along the way;

they being delivered to his mom

at home by strangers.

At the end of the day

she needs just put pieces

together. Light assembly required.

Sigh.

Did I just watch my reflection?..

The symphony of 3 notes

image ~ courtesy of Tess Kincaid

The carcass of the summer

ruined with rain cells

the fall

sent the messengers-moths

before

play the symphony of 3 notes

dri-do-da

dri-moth-da

do-moth-da

da-moth-dri

Thunderstorm drill

A violent geek

slashed/etched

the twigs,

bushes’ leaves -

price of change.

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Rain of hope

Art by Claudia Schoenfeld "Just for fun" 2014

Gods clobber drum/drops

the clouds with fists

not easy convinced

this world.

It finally quiet

and equal, at peace

hurray to the will

of the rain!

The taste of the air

you never forget

the bitterness, smack

of the water.

These tears felt as bribe,

for steam rooms behind

the new frame, eyes breathe

thru the glasses.

Gods clobber drum/drops

the clouds with fists

for skeptical world

rain of hope.

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Meanderings

Art by Liza Corbett

…she thrusts thorns-

the vulnerable rose-

it’s the only choice

to bullet the foreign

horses

to make them stop

on the dismal spot

of slippery edge.

new path

will be unlocked

on the other side

of the hill land.

follow,

roll

magic ball,

listen for

a signal,

enroll.

Plenty of meanderings

on the road…

by Brenda Warren

Read more at:  Sunday Whirl, Flash Fiction 55

In charge

Dark Harbor, 1943, N. C. Wyeth 

Decades they had the same concerns.

The fish served well their contact

with collaborative community.

The chat usually has been held

in compromising state.

But time has changed.

The leadership of this season passed

to yelling seagulls. It was hard

not to listen to their caring

voices.

“The squeaky wheel gets oil.”

                                    Brenda Warren

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