Saturday, October 24, 2020

flight deck

the forge and foundry of my literary craft where the words ignite with the help of family breaking bonds of gravity © 2020 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved

Sunday, September 20, 2020

brewing

past the perc-a-burp
heralding near readiness to pour
the morning's first assault on sentience

coffee maker's soundscape takes a turn
toward understatement
scaling back as if to soothe the re-emergence
of gentility

with decrescendo susurrus
between the quietudes
reminiscent of the surf intruding on a nap

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Saturday, August 8, 2020

greater milieu

so many stones I've thrown into the sea
how many have washed back ashore to me
etched with the tales of marine escapades
and edges softened by time tide and waves

my beach'ed strolls I mull through candidates
but never wondered which chose to retrace
the arcing path I'd hurled them on before
to surface skip or plunge to ocean floor

relationships are often viewed the same
where clinical detachment serves as frame-
work of derived professional design
and personal kneels to the business shrine

perhaps our sandy strolls would better end
if stones encountered were viewed as old friends

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Sunday, July 26, 2020

deja vu

chosen carefully
stones I've skipped into the sea
do time and tide and waves agree
to wash some back ashore to me

Sunday, July 12, 2020

sultry

humidity
by any other name
is nothing more or less
than rain

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Sunday, July 5, 2020

treasure

cunning little snippets rolling fairly off the tongue
embedded in a rhythm with a rhyme of some or none
imbued with inner vision where the sum of two is one
unless the one becomes the two deriving half the fun

nonsensical or laden with an inconvenient truth
is it just a bit of wordplay or shouted theses from the roof
or 95 nailed to the door a schism it might seem
resolving into healing words, a King who had a dream
the two again become the one though centuries divide
alike much more than different when stripped of foolish pride

but I digress
or do I

the joy of doing should eclipse
the joy of being done
if the journey is just tiresome
the ratio of fun
descends to infinitesimal
and that's abysmal for everyone
save divers and mathematicians

now I do digress
but I do
and it's fun

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Friday, June 12, 2020

texture

without the fits
and jerks
and starts
smooth sailing
on a flat calm sea

without the waves
and hurricanes
imagine

what fun
would that be

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Friday, June 5, 2020

MDSH

Man
I see you
and your ferocious quest
every damn day
and I am humbled
humiliated even
that i would try to empathize
on the grounds of introvert discomfort
you are the fearless leader
no doubt

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Thursday, May 28, 2020

organizational

it seems the boxes get all the love

descriptive typeface
borders
status

but it's the lines that deliver

process
relationship
life

quietly without fanfare

boxes are stuffed with shirts
lines flow with cool
I know I want to go

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Wednesday, May 6, 2020

couple dozen

baker's dozen

twelve word poems  
imaginary pizza party  
compelling setting  
with comfy chairs  
and friends

dirty dozen

twelve word poems  
pizza party  
compelling setting  
with comfy chairs  
and imaginary friends

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Sunday, March 1, 2020

patience

ancient ocean memories
expressed as desert blooms
broken dreams will find ways through
adversities
and resume

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Inspired by Bruce Shark's Instagram post

Saturday, February 15, 2020

interstitial - II

the desert
it is
that makes
the dessert
so sweet

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interstitial - I

more important than the thing itself
it seems to be the space
within which it is nestled
that makes one appreciate

the silence and the pauses
in the journey 'tween the notes
spice of anticipation
song exceeding what she wrote

the absence of a lover
punctuation in a play
the rest between the courses
cleansing taste of the sorbet

reflection bred of scarcity
matures experience
from must to wine requires time
desire heightens sense

a fundamental truth exposed
within the cosmic score
in matters of fulfillment
it is clear that less is more


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