Martin Cohen was born in the South Bronx somewhere on Simpson Street, went to a Yeshiva on East Broadway and Canal Street, and then lived in the South of Brooklyn, the South of Long Island, The Southern Tier of Upstate New York, The South of Manhattan, and finally South Jersey in Egg Harbor.
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__Your well posed verse Martin, it caused this, my humble reverberation. _m
heavy seas
as this full moon pulls the tide
thunder sounds
__Your well posed verse Martin, it caused this, my humble reverberation. _m
heavy seas
as this full moon pulls the tide
thunder sounds
Thanks Magyar for your comment and poem.
groundswell — or as the poet has it here: "ground swell"– an interesting word or phrase
in both definitions–either in popular support or a wave in the ocean
the common denominator is the unexpected
which is how the day moon often feels to me when I glimpse its presence
always there–it seems–tone on tone, half-hidden
that it "draws closer" adds a surprise element to the unexpectedness
of course, makes me think of the political atmosphere of these times . . .
Thanks for your interesting comment, Peter.
Took me back to my childhood and those first questions about the sky …
daytime moon – my first question why
Thanks Jane for your comment.
There is a magic in the day moon, and you've captured that so beautifully.