Saturday, August 27, 2016

Aphrodite Said                                                                                    Medea                                                                               

  

           
 For Jolene


in love like chess
    you must make the next move
         must contend with her
                 not any other







       Dick Russell
                ©
             2016


Friday, August 19, 2016

                            Telepathy

                                       For Pam

                                                  (Sister Mary Agnes)

                                       now metal money too seldom clatters
                                       on marble counters of cafĂ©’s and bars
                                       where cash registers don’t chime but slide
                                       a draw out for those paying hard money   
                                    
                                       now solitary silence in a cell’s
                                       customary for nuns and digital 
                                       literati broken by birdsong   owls 
                                       hooting at night   dogs nosing attention

                                       you can marvel anyone ever sought 
                                       quiet concentration without headphones
                                       in a populous city with no private space
                                       when papyrus was paper and scratch was slate


Dogs tune out
digital commerce, texting, just plain spying
all that noise

dogs have it
a reality of smell
they also read your minds
so that all your thought
they know

 Argos knew
Odysseus 
        would come home

would a dog
sense Pam's ghost
turning towards me?

though so far away




  Copyright © Dick Russell
                2016, 2018

Monday, August 1, 2016

Foyers Poems


Poem for Joanna

http://seeingnorthlight.blogspot.com/2012/09/blog-post.html

For Peachie Le Nic

http://seeingnorthlight.blogspot.com/2013/08/for-peachie-le-nic-i-leaving-that.html

At Foyers

http://seeingnorthlight.blogspot.com/2013/12/blog-post_27.html

What I Liked About Rex

http://seeingnorthlight.blogspot.com/2013/01/0-false-18-pt-18-pt-0-0-false-false.html


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