February 1st
working inside all day long
I forget the sky
—Kelley Jean White
About the author: email: KelleyWhiteMD at Yahoo.com
I was born and raised in New Hampshire, have degrees from Dartmouth College and Harvard Medical School, and have been a pediatrician in inner-city Philadelphia for the past twenty years. In the past several years I have had 850 poems accepted or published by 200 journals. My book, The Patient Presents, was published by The People's Press in Baltimore and a chapbook, "I am going to walk toward the sanctuary," was published by Nepenthe Books/Via Dolorosa Press.
old man
hitting the gas, instead of the brakes ...
in winter
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murder of crows
caws in flight ~
dreary winter afternoon
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rolling grey waves
endless motionless clouds -
drizzling rain upon my brow
she craves salty food
looking at strawberry moon
eating a pickle
creating ceramic piece
enjoying the process
not for sale
prolonged noon nap
waking up to find
dusk like dawn
february 2nd
the cement men hunched
in falling snow
Nice 5/7/5, though I really don't see the point in
writing them, though there is nothing wrong either;
just lazy I guess? If you're interested in the Mad Poets Soc., Media, or Virgilio Assoc., Camden, NJ. Drop me a line.
Best,
Gene
wavering, strong winds
eaglet fearful of flight ~
same rhetoric
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new sunrise
yesterday-today-tomorrow-always
later, sunset
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indecision -
the winds journey
who understands the reason