Tuesday, January 13, 2026

> unseen


> unseen

He's invisible, yet
he's sitting there,
clearly pretending
to be unnoticed

by the round table,
next to the big window
where he basks daily
in warm sunshine.

He arrives early
every morning when
they unlock the doors
to our local public library.
He finds his place by nine.

He has his vending
machine coffee
capped. It may be hot,
but is more likely
warm, even cold by now.

He sort of just
slides it back and forth
a little left, a little right
nudging it with fingertips.
That, and he nods...

still, staring straight and still
at the same page of whatever
newspaper he's been reading
all this time.

But not really. He's more into
reflection than refraction-
and leaves what little magic he has left
as seldom clear most of the time.

-dp-


6-2-26
3-15-25
(from Dismissive Remarks)



> unseen

He's invisible, yet
he's sitting there,
clearly pretending
to be unnoticed

by the round table,                    >only
next to the big window                    >near
where he basks 
daily                     >bathes
in warm sunshine.

He arrives early                        >
every morning when  
they unlock the doors                >open
to our local public library.
He finds his place by nine.                    >in his

He has his vending 
machine coffee 
capped. It may be hot, 
but is more likely
warm, even cold by now.

He sort of just 
slides it back and forth 
a  little left, a little right
nudging it with fingertips. 
That, and he nods... 

Nods, staring straight and still 
at the same page of whatever 
newspaper he's been reading 
all this time.

But not really. He's more into
reflection than refraction-
and leaves what little magic he has left
as seldom clear most of the time.

-dp-



6-2-26
3-15-25
(from Dismissive Remarks)



He's invisible, and yet
He's sitting there,
clearly pretending
to be unnoticed

at the only table,
near the big window,
where he bathes himself
in warm sunshine.

He's there every day
from not long after
the doors open
at our public library.
He can usually find his spot by nine.

There's always a soft cup of coffee near his right hand.
It might have been hot, but now it's probably cold.
The cup may be spiked or even be emptied by now.

He just sort of pushes it,
slides it back and forth,
a bit now, a bit then,
nudging with his fingertips.
and nodding...

Nodding, staring still towards
the same page of whatever paper
He's been reading all this time.

But not really.
He's more into
reflection than refraction-
and the magic he had left
is seldom clear all the time.

-dp-

3-15-25

> near oz (WP)

> near oz



Find a place, far away
enough to feel like oz,
or home.


A place so distant
it could shelter anyone,
even us.


We should not think
of this, or turn away
from hope.


But we must keep running
at least to look around
that next corner



-dp-
4-11-25 (15+)

 Boring note: I made a lot of revisions to this during this final draft, including a title change. It seems my constant folly with words is never never satisfied. I'm never happy, and may sometimes ruin things at the last impulse. We'll see!

Tuesday, April 22, 2025

>> enough to shelter WP

> enough to shelter 

may our paths cross         >our paths will cross
somewhere, quickly
between home and lost. 

where places exist
to shelter anyone
yet no one can stay.

don't think about there now   
because it seems only to
betray the closeness of hope

and though it seems no one
is tracking us now, they
are certainly on their way.

and though we think no 
one tracks us now, they
are certainly on their way.

-dp-
4-22-25(9)

3 also good...


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may our paths cross 
somewhere, quickly
between home and lost. 

where there are places
that shelter anyone
but no one stays.

think not about that now
because it seems only to
betray the closeness of hope

and though we think no 
one tracks us now, they
are certainly on their way.

-dp-
4-22-25(9)

3 also good...

> enough to shelter 


may our paths cross 
somewhere, quickly
between home and lost. 

where there was a place 
that sheltered anyone
but now no one stays.

let's not think about that now
because then, it seems 
to betray the closeness of hope

and though we think no 
one is tracking us now, 
certainly they are on their way.

-dp-
4-22-25(8)


our paths should cross 
somewhere beyond here
and home. Far enough 
to shelter anyone. Let's 

not think about that 
for now. Believe instead 
that no one is tracking us 
not for now anyway.
Besides, when it comes to us
it's more about you that counts
is it time we ran away?

-dp-
4-22-25


where once maybe was
fair to shelter anyone, but
now no one can stay

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>> enough to shelter

our paths may cross 
somewhere between 
lost and home. 

once maybe fair enough 
to shelter anyone
now no one can stay
                 
let's not think about that
it seems too closely 
to resemble hope

and though no one is 
tracking us now
certainly we are in their way.

-dp-
1-3-26


our paths should cross 
somewhere beyond here
and home. Far enough 
to shelter anyone. Let's 

not think about that 
for now. Believe instead 
that no one is tracking us 
not for now anyway.
Besides, when it comes to us
it's more about you that counts
is it time we ran away?

-dp-
4-22-25

oooooooooooooooooooooooooo

our paths would  cross

somewhere lost from home 

far enough to shelter anyone
let's not think about that
nobody is tracking you now
not for certain anyway.
Besides, when it comes to us
it's only you that counts
is it time we ran away?

-dp-
4-22-25


they really don't know what you've done 


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our paths may cross 
somewhere between 
lost and home. 

a place far enough away
to shelter anyone, yet 
a place no one can stay
                 
let's not think about that
as it too closely 
resembles hope

and though nobody is 
tracking us now
we're uncertain anyway.

Besides, when it comes to us
isn't it you that counts 
and is time we run away?

-dp-
4-22-25

11111111111111
our paths should cross 
somewhere beyond here
and home. Far enough 
to shelter anyone. Let's 

not think about that now
that nobody is tracking 
you not for certain anyway.
Besides, when it comes to us
it's only you that counts
is it time we ran away?

-dp-
4-22-25

oooooooooooooooooooooooooo

our paths would  cross
somewhere lost from home 
far enough to shelter anyone
let's not think about that
nobody is tracking you now
not for certain anyway.
Besides, when it comes to us
it's only you that counts
is it time we ran away?

-dp-
4-22-25


they really don't know what you've done 

Tuesday, February 18, 2025

> most tomorrows



> recovered

cast away the tomorrows
that led your heart
towards emptiness

bring me to your loneliness
and deny your wants
for longing


share with me in faithlessness
and love me through
most tomorrows

-dp-

2/18/25 (9)

This is another I struggled with for more than just 2024 and '25. Wording is close enough to release. Also, when I began this "Poetry Harvest," it was with the thought to buy some time to pursue the completion of one or two of those five stories I've left my readers dangling on, incomplete. Thinking I had at least seven poems I could plot ahead with, I figured I could create, maybe two weeks of write time.

Unfortunately, as I sifted through those ten poems, I came to realize that I only had three variations of the same three poems, with a bunch of separate titles. You know how I pride myself on being organized, using three platforms to evolve and back up my work (Evernote for ideas and drafting> Blogger for composition and formal back-up> and now WordStress for display and formal presentation.

I also used MS-Word for word counting, but I've found that WPress does this nearly as well. I also have a desktop with Windows Files all over it that are labeled even more poorly than the ten poems, which turned out to be only three. Ah well, so it goes. I've since begun using a fountain pen for basic notes. Anything that helps to sow the process!



> unseen

> unseen He's invisible, yet he's sitting there, clearly pretending to be unnoticed by the round table, next to the big window ...