Tuesday, September 1, 2015

'poetry from within the citadels of ourselves'

'poetry from within the citadels of ourselves'
                             marcus aurelius (sort of - well, at least as inspiration)


'but', asks ass't. ed. the froster, 'did mr marcus have cats?'

yes, frosty, many of the known (and, especially,
unknown) aspects of rome's empire were based on the philosophies of aurelius's cats. . .

and! let's (quickly) move on to poetry from the mighty shoreline of bear creek. . .

from friend dorothy mclaughlin!  editor and fine poet, first to publish one of my poems! 
(she has long since recovered). . .

new earrings
all the mirrors
they'll visit today                      drought
                                          the maple's shadow
                                          shrinking


phynix (ass't. ed. for Peggy Dugan French, of print pub. Shemom - send your poetry to pdfrench@cox.net)
asks, 'did m aurelius's cats wear ear rings?'
umm, I don't really know. . .
'seems important', mumbles phynix. . .



who's the poet wading in the mighty ankle-deep water of bear creek? why, it's charlie mehrhoff!  charlie, please, a poem!. . . 


          Go out to where you must,
          to what fields of this green earth 
         and blue.
                            
          Become so complete with your stillness
         as to witness the symphony 
          of the tall grass as she undulates
with the butterfly’s wing beat.

Exit this world of words
and symbol strewn madness.

Know your heartbeat
to be 
the song.   



and isn't someone beside charlie?
holy smokes, it's don wentworth!
(of 'lilliput review' and
        'issa's untidy hut'!). . .

never again,
never again,
   always


the big picture
sunset, butterfly

from his new, loverly poetry
collection 'yield to the willow'



sam (patricia carragon's muse) 
states 'a third poet is
walking in bear creek!'

it's chris faiers! 
the infamous 'cricket' 
of 'riffs & ripples 
from ZenRiver Gardens!' 

from 'dogku'
by cricket's dog chase
(well, I guess, says sam). . .

wonderful!  wonderful!
fresh, fresh snow
cleaner than my lazy master's house

                                           sniff. . . snuffle
                                           happy days
                                           happy nites

ok, felines and friends, we should close for now - we'll save the poets and/or poems playing in the sand (ok, mud) creekside for the next post (includes 'dream that is not a dream' from elizabeth searle lamb and miriam sagan)

say goodbye!
thelma and callie -
belly rubs for all









savannah - treats for all!















Tama the station master insists roses, roses
for everyone! especially for Jo Balistreri!. . .
and, for Judith! (happy anniversary!)

  

                                    
see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen                               
                                              darylayaz@me.com   
                                                               darylayaz@gmail.com





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