[picture: Claude Monet Woman in the garden (Sainte-Adresse), 1867]
I am here
I want to savour each word
of the story you create
to make meaning of the world.
I am here
I want your words to come
clear on the air
to my ear,
each one a gift.
I want to listen
So speak your passion
in whispers and shouts
like leaves in fall
wisked away by wind.
I want to capture each one
so your story
becomes part of my story,
so I can raise my voice
sing my song,
tell my tale.
We share together:
Tonight I was at the Shuswap Association of Writers Coffee House, presented annually in conjunction with Word on the Lake Festival of Readers and Writers. I heard some amazing writers and poets read, some were easier to appreciate than others. I like when the poet savours his/her words, and…
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operation on beating heart
[poetry © Krzysztof Alexandrowicz, 2011]
by Kenneth Justice
~Yesterday a kind reader compared me to Mr. Rogers, the man who wore cardigans a little bit well past the point they stopped being popular.
I appreciated the reader’s sentiment.
I often talk about the psychological observation that ‘humans are social people’
But there is another well known psychological phenomena about humans;
we love traditions
For some the ‘big’ traditions of holidays are a passion;
-) decorating the house for holidays
-) painting Easter Eggs
-) dressing up for Halloween
-) going to midnight Mass on Christmas Eve
Then there are all those ‘little’ traditions we love;
-) going back to that little Ice Cream Shoppe that our father took us to when we were a child
-) some people vacation in the same locale year-after-year
-) going to the same coffee shop each morning
-) clothes shopping at a few stores ‘we’ve grown to love’
-) going for…
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With flowers in windblown hair
dancing so smoothly among columns
in lights of sun waking up sea
do I know you a young woman?
and your smile
[poetry © Krzysztof Alexandrowicz, 2006]