I feel . . .

I feel . . .
I feel life
I feel loss

don't know death
so can't feel it

I saw bright flowers,
picked blue berries,
(a mixing bowl full)

visited my VA doctor
ordered a creamy breve,
served by a sensuous woman.

walked around the garden
ate a few cherry tomatoes
looked at the dogwood tree,

a living memorial to life
here breathing with us all,
gifted by two dear friends.

The vines, shades of green,
on high geometric frames
designed to be lift-off wings

honeysuckle, akebia 
chocolate and vanilla,
an ornamental grape vine.

Got word 
that a human death
is close at hand

looked at the leaf pile
and thought out loud
leaves everywhere

leaves come and go
change is constant
life is death is life


◄ a Bloody Tune in 1968

a Living Paradise ►


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keith jeffries

Fri 11th Oct 2019 18:45


this poem floods my imagination with a microcosm of life where you have linked various aspects together. Intriguing


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Don Matthews

Mon 19th Aug 2019 08:39

I like the style you've used here Fred. Three-line stanzas. Each line short. Easy to take in, pause, reflect on, then move on. Nice work.....

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Raj Ferds

Sat 17th Aug 2019 09:24

Beautiful Fred. I felt like I was walking with you through that garden.
Every leaf and flower and fruit a memory.
A moody existential interlude.Well done.


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