my personal email may have been hacked?
I’m working on straightening
that out, now.
Also, I am working on three poems
related to my reading of
“The Sound And The Fury”;
I also have written a long poem on the tragedy at Waco.
Eventually, i will get them on this blog that you, all of you,
have made me love to write on.
Thank you, Eileen
The Vase, Gaze
I love when scarlet tulips
reach straight out to me
from a squat, white, ceramic vase.
It takes three pieces of
I open my eyes, and cold water in their vase
before i go to bed.
Set them off to one side, on
a blue,round table that sits in the center of the
room, opaque, yet shimmering,
open to my gaze.
Breathing is expensive, emotional-
and then requires follow-up, even for scarlet tulips that do not kiss.
Eileen Lewis-Lurin, Last week, April 9th, 2013, Copyright
The thunder is shaking,
splintering, eviscerating our
branded new shingles.
We all have kin in Boston.
We’re all too thunderstruck
When we hear a sparrow
chirp from a
cherry tree as
its green/red leaves unfold,
what signal do
What do we know, now?
Eileen Lewis-Lurin, Copyright Yesterday-4-15-13
John Finely walks to Carl’s Park
on a chilly Easter noon.
Cherry blossom buds
reflect in the Mercedes hood
parked at the corner of the park.
The bird doesn’t look up
as it digs into the buried lock,
not even as we walk by.
We walk the stairs, “Let’s go home.”
Ten tulips stick their green-tipped noses out.
copyright Easter morning and again a revision on
Eileen Lewis-Lurin 4/11/13
A friend of mine works for a company where she is micro=managed and yelled at. My suggestion to her is to keep her head down and pretend that she can build a glass wall of cubes. I know that is not easy to do. eileen
and “peanut butter” -that i have just revised them for everyone, today. thank you for caring, Eileen
The palms wave .
The evergreens lift their arms.
Thank you for your encouraging comments.
You keep me writing.