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- UNPAVED PATHWAY TO MY PASTIn Poetry·September 4, 2023Down this rustic road An old well trodden trail Lushly overgrown with Vines and brush, Many tangled memories, Patchwork surface Neath my mind's steps, Recalling uneven times, Realities remembered With each passing step Along this unpaved pathway Into my past. • Donovan Baldwin000
- ORIGIN OF ART AND BEAUTYIn Poetry·September 4, 2023The flowers are there, Tiny bursts of color Amid the fields of green, Under the trees, Hiding in the shade, Blazing in the sun... Or, perhaps, Posing in pastel, Trying to catch the eyes Of busy passersby who, Don't look up from Cell phone graphics, To see the origin Of art and beauty. • Donovan Baldwin000
- FOR POET'S EARSIn Poetry·September 4, 2023The evening breeze passes Over quivering leaf and bough, As the bow of violin or cello, Drawing forth for poets' ears, Tales and mysteries unsolved, Messages in ancient tongues, To be set down as if our own. • Donovan Baldwin000
- SWEPT AWAYIn Poetry·September 5, 2023The moving stream of time, A silent weighty flood can Carry off all things in passing, Leaving behind only memories For those who can remember, Until they too are swept away. • Donovan Baldwin001
- LOST POEMSIn Poetry·September 5, 2023So many lost poems A cocktail napkin here, Back of a paper bag there, Lost scraps of paper Stray thoughts in The middle of a walk, Or conversation... Driving, Hands on the wheel, Mind busy with my words, Waking... Wait!!! Was that another in my dream? A poem, complete and finished, Floating, drifting off away, Consigned, Condemned(?) To that place Where dreams and, Lost poetry abide, A voice to be raised in Distant song, Echo of an echo lifting Its orphaned head above The busy crowd of living words, Perhaps to be Reincarnated in a line which Seems to come to me From some unknown place? • Donovan Baldwin001
- LITTLE INCONVENIENCESIn Poetry·September 5, 2023No place to wash my hands Cold lunch beneath an overpass, Drinking from my thermos, White bread turned black From my dirty fingers, Eaten anyway Without hesitation. Early lesson in The inevitable. You get used to such things Little inconveniences. Note: Teen experience on a construction crew in Pensacola, Florida, 1963. • Donovan Baldwin003
- THE SOUND WATER MAKESIn Poetry·September 5, 2023The sound water makes Rhythmically irregular Slaps against The poles of a pier, Lazy summer sound I think goes well with Hot days and cool beer, Speculation and fantasy, Pirates heard it, and Asian fishermen, and Admiral Nelson, and Neanderthals Walking along A tree lined shore. • Donovan Baldwin000
- THE CURVES OF YOUIn Poetry·September 5, 2023I mark the curves of you Drawing images sacred And profane yet made holy By my adoration for the Subject so nakedly Displayed and portrayed, For love and beauty And desire and pleasure May all be the same Painting drawing sculpture Or poetry of touch and kiss. • Donovan Baldwin000
- THE GOODS THEY OFFEREDIn Poetry·September 5, 2023I've walked this boulevard of sins In so many towns with so many Courtesans, to speak politely, Upon my arm, offering pleasures And delights spelled out in Burning neon in my blood, Taking me to well used beds, Turning back the covers That they wore so I could See the goods they offered. • Donovan Baldwin000
- YOU HAD TO BE THEREIn Poetry·September 5, 2023If you've never heard it, Felt it, Lived it, How can I explain? If it's been but badly played, How can you understand, The emotional grandeur? Can I speak words that tell you Of that magnificent ditch, The Grand Canyon, Or a child's excitement On Christmas morning? The birth of a child, The death of a loved one. You had to be there, they say. At the coming of dawn, The slow descent of The burning sun into The cold dark sea, The swell of the music, Sweeping the audience Silently away... The proud gasp as She steps upon the stage, Resplendent in her tutu, Her first pirouette, The ecstasy on her face at Her first grand jeté, Before the crowd, Flushed cheeks and Proud smile saying She knows you are watching... I remember so many, But for others... You had to be there. • Donovan Baldwin000
- WRITING ME INTO YOUR STORYIn Poetry·September 6, 2023Drape yourself in the barest of dreams, Write yourself the steamiest love story, Step before the bright window of my love, Let me see you as you truly are. Softly read me what you have written, Standing for a moment before my eyes, Stepping boldly forward, as you allow, All the dreams to fall away, Writing me into your story. • Donovan Baldiwn000
- DID YOU SEE ME?In Poetry·September 6, 2023Did you see me? I was the boy looking out over the waves, Remembering all the pirate stories I read Starting with Treasure Island, Gift from my aunt on my 10th birthday... Watching the water, As book after book of diving Sailing, adventures over time And over the world washed by waves Of the very water so calm today... As you saw me... Lapping at my feet, Yet remembering the storm waves Bold whitecaps, one after another Beating against the beach, Covering where I stood today, or... Yesterday, when you saw me, Staring out over the water, Wondering where it had been, Where it was going and If it would take me with it Someday... When... You'll look and the boy will be gone. • Donovan Baldwin000
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