After a review and count last evening, I've concluded that several entries (Many) didn't make it onto the blog early on.  Hey, I was new to this blogging; still am.  For example, I didn't know blogs need to be read backwards if chronology is of any importance. (Duh!)
So I'm going to make two corrections in course:

1.  I'm going to lose the chronology thing and let each entry stand on its own, in it's own place in time. I'll still introduce each one, because I believe it's important. (See my profile and introduction explaining this.) If you are a first time reader, you can start from the bottom and read upward; that's what I set out to accomplish. Or just start here or anywhere.

2. I'm going to be happy with mixing in the old stuff (beginning tonight), because some of those early ones I lost in the "You didn't hit the publish Button," are kinda interesting too.  Some are a little sad or strained.  But that was the time that drives one to write poetry in the first place when you know in your heart, most of it will  never be read, or at least read by very few.  But you write anyhow. Therapy? perhaps.

So here we go with a few entries tonight, from a couple of long years ago.

"Rain Soaked Pine" is one of my very earliest entries; brief, pretty, I think.  Late Fall 2011.

Rain Soaked Pine

Wine in bark of rain soaked pine
Mottled stonelight
Moon spoken shadow
Delicate leaf sifts to forest floor.


"Dazzling history of  Starlight" is another very early, brief piece.  Divorce was in the house and neither of us had yet sorted it out or at least that is what I thought. It was what it was.  Fall, 2011.

Dazzling History of Starlight

This dazzling, overwhelming, looming
Night of starlight
I rummage about in odd hours
Sorting clutter of history
Weighing the Importance of each piece
In moments and hours
A mockingbird mimics a nightingale
crisscrossing my blackened yard
With relentlessness
Tail lights and traffic
Blinding


"Shards of Winter Light" was early Fall, 2011. Note in this and 'Obsidian' that follows, the 'shattered' references.  Tough times. Tough poems, but necessary.  Each is pretty in its own way.

Shards of Winter light

Idle shards of Winter light
Listless breeze through Idle palms
I retrieve news daily
In the predawn
Scheduled atop chill pavement
Yawn observing my breath in cold
Neighbor belches startled engine
To work


"Shattered Obsidian" reflects not only the unfolding divorce and its oppressive lean, but also the need to sell the house at the pit in the market when everyone had excuses about their really being okay, "It's just this economy." A lot of houses fell on our street; a pretty good one.  I was taking a lot of walks. Late Fall 2011.

Shattered Obsidian

Self absorbed shock
I flow like obsidian shattered
I walk hands in pockets
Braced against the sloping path
Neighbors stare at feet
Inventing nothing to share

Our multitude of wild rabbits
Ears set to every sound
Absorb the silence

Thin soup simmers
In my kitchen
fogging window
Flowering my room at nightfall